Edsel and I decided to pen our blog outside today, as it is lovely out here. 74 degrees, not humid yet, lovely breeze. I hear my neighbor’s rooster crowing.
For the last few nights we’ve heard cicacadas and seen fireflies.
It wasn’t till I put this picture up on the larger screen that I noticed Iris back there like a blind sentinel with her gang member St. Francis.
I wish I had anything new to tell you, but since each day is really the same other than, “Will I get a migraine today?” [Answer: Usually yes, lately] I don’t have much to report. What if this pandemic breaks my blog because I don’t have anything new to tell you ever again? What if the rest of my life is just getting up, working, working out, eating, cleaning up and bed?
Actually, that doesn’t sound all that bad. I’ve just entered old ladyville a bit early, is all.
Oh! I know one thing that’s new and you will be delighted and overwhelmed and you’ll likely grab the kids in excitement.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been home more lately. Harrr. Actually I’m starting to feel like the only one who’s still home all the time. But anyway I’ve been home a lot lately, and have not gotten to have any of my delicious regular dinnertime choices such as Sonic.
I bought a lot of Lean Cuisines at first, and then I got so sick of them. Honestly I never want to see a pizza roll again.
I’ll give you a moment to gather yourself.
So one day I was scrolling on the internet, as you do, and saw an ad for HelloFresh. I wish I were getting paid to tell you this. Years ago, a coworker, Alex, had me over for a HelloFresh meal and it was delicious. Everything comes in a paper bag—everything. The meat, the vegetables, the ingredients. Everything. I just hadda own salt, pepper, oil, butter. And the only reason I currently own all of those is pandemic.
Each bag comes with directions WITH PICTURES. Like Denny’s, but with cooking.
I ordered it the other week because to entice me they offered free delivery. Each bag is a meal for two, and since I’m completely alone, Miss Lonelyhearts, I get two meals for every “one” they send. I thought I’d just get it that one free-delivery week, but I got it and now I’m hooked.
I’ve made beef tenderloin with a demi moore glaze. I’ve roasted potatoes and asparagus and green beans out my ass. Last night I made firecracker meatballs with ginger and scallions I minced—
I minced for real this time!
—over a bed of rice with browned sesame seeds in it.
I made it all myself! It was easy, really!
And oh my god, chicken with cheddar and mashed potatoes is so much better than Bagel Bites! Why didn’t anyone ever TELL me this?
On nights I have my trainer I get everything ready and preheat the oven so that once she and I are done I just have to cook whatever it is for 20 minutes or what have you, which is just as long as it takes to bake fish sticks, so…
Anyway I guess that’s my biggest news and Ima be big as a house, but really, how svelte was I getting living on Hot Pockets?
Thanks, it has pockets.
Talk at you.
P.S. And now that I’m cooking I need things. My pots and pans are 22 years old because I got them as wedding gifts. I want those ones that are colored, what are they called? Crucifix? Cruciferous? Anyway they come in pink and also purple and also turquoise and I want them. Also too I need a new cooking sheet as mine is too small. Are there good ones to get? Why must all my new endeavors involve buying shit?