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So sick of cooking

What I wouldn’t give to have a private chef for a month or two just so I can have a break from cooking meals. I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way.

These days I can’t even think of what to make for dinner. I open the freezer, stare at the contents, and draw a complete blank as to what to make.

Maybe when the weather cools off I’ll feel more like cooking nice meals. As it is, The Curmudgeon is lucky he gets something different each day.

Once the weather gets cooler...Lasagna!!!

Once the weather gets cooler…Lasagna!!!

The frost absconded and the green tomatoes fried

 

     The other night there came a dire weather prediction.  Possible frost!  I nipped out to the garden with shears and a basket.  I cleaned all the tomatoes, ripening and green ones, from the vines.  The last two eggplants joined them in the basket.  We didn’t get the frost and now I have a large basket of green tomatoes on my table.

     Last night for dinner, I took advantage of having green tomatoes on hand.  I sliced them, dusted them with seasoned flour, dipped them egg then a seasoned cornmeal and breadcrumb mixture, and fried them to a lovely golden brown.  I placed them on a cookie sheet and kept them warm in the oven while I cooked the rest of our dinner.

     Which, since I’d already headed down south with the tomatoes, and had a hot frying pan ready, made me make a quick decision to turn DH’s hamburger steak and my steak into chicken fried steaks.  Well, then when the steaks were done, I had to make redeye gravy didn’t I?

     At least I stopped there and didn’t add mashed potatoes.  We would’ve burst had I made them too.  As it was, we were full.

I never thought tuna noodle casserole would lose its allure

 

     One of the reasons I look forward to Dear Hubby taking off for a week is that I can cook things for me that he doesn’t like.  Two years have passed since I’ve made tuna noodle casserole.  I made it tonight.  It didn’t taste as good as I remember.  I guess I can cross that off my list of favorite foods.  My tastes have changed and that was proof.

     The first night DH was gone I made a Crock pot Reuben casserole, now that was good.  I’d tried to interest him in it a few months ago but he turned up his nose.  After I enjoyed a good helping, I packed some (still hot) into a container and took it over to G’s house.  She couldn’t wait to taste it.  She grabbed a spoon, took a taste, and she loved it.  Since she’d already had dinner she then stuck the rest away for her lunch the following day.

     DH no longer has to worry that one day I’ll throw a tuna noodle casserole together when he’s home—he can’t stand tuna.  He’ll be happy to hear this.