Another weekend is upon us. What a beautiful Saturday. Can’t pass up the opportunity to do yard work when it’s in the 60s outside. Well, not me. I was to make a run to the store for essential needs and prepare lunch while she worked the yard. I’ve been taking away her mowing for far too long.
Off to the store I went. My lord, everyone is out today. The store was a mad house. Half people following guidelines and the other half like it’s a regular day. Why in the hell are you shopping with all 5 family members? Like your little children are really helping! People are waiting in line outside to get in here and you could be knocking this out all on your own. So frustrating.!!! I stripped to my undies when I got home because I felt filthy. Too many mouth breathing no mask wearing f***’s all too close to me. I got home in a worse mood.
Cooking is therapy. It really is. It helps me so much. I was going to make some chicken fajitas. Got the grill going, chopped fresh red & green bells with some onion. In foil, they hit the heat. I open a beer. Also needed a after that joyful grocery run. What next. A quick marinade for the chicken. Done. Quick pico & guac. Warm so black beans and queso. Cook some of those raw tortillas I keep raving about. So so so good. With everything coming together it’s time to add the kicker to the chicken. What might that be? Italian dressing! You heard that right. Baste the cooked chicken with Italian dressing and let cook for about a min more. It makes all the difference, trust me. One hell of a lunch.
Booze to the house or to-go?
Bekah put some yard furniture together. Had a friend swing by for some jalapeños. Lots of sitting outside. I grilled some teriyaki chicken. It was good. Not the original evening meal, but it worked.
Karaoke night. Sure. I had fun. I sang a few 80s tunes. I generally hate karaoke. What the hell though. It was fun. I sang “Man on the Moon, Don’t Dream it’s Over. What can I say. This was soon followed by another FaceTime session with the Slovak. I’m having fun. It’s hard on the system. Love her. Our bodies are deteriorating. Broken machines. At some point it became a f***ing Phil Collins marathon. Life is funny. Kill me please!!!
Mother’s Day! I woke with a massive headache I attributed to low blood sugar but even after fixing that I couldn’t seem to kick it. What can you do? Suck it up.
Sunday brunch. Brisket hash brown poached egg sandwich w/ spicy hollandaise sauce. This worked out SO much better than I envisioned. I saw this being a total mess but it seems the grilled but soaked up the yoke and sauce. The hash browns added a nice crunch texture that complemented the eggs nicely. Pulled this one right out of my a**. I literally bled for this meal. Careless shaky hands and a knife are a bad combo. Can you believe this is my 8th brunch. 8 weeks of weekend blogs. Whoa!
So for Mother’s Day we made a little journey across town to visit my momma. Got her some cakes I’m sure she secretly cussed us for. We sat and talked on her patio. She has done a great job with it. It was good seeing her. Oh, her dogs were also happy for the company. Had a beverage at a social distance. Unlike what feels like the rest of the town, we are still trying to be safe and taking things seriously. Not only am I at higher risk due to diabetes, I found out today that new studies show people with vitamin D deficiency seem correlate with the mortality rate. Sheesh. Great news. 2 strikes against me. Wait, blood pressure is high. 3 strikes….
I do wish we could have done more for Mother’s Day. I think what we did was the best we could during these times. Love you, mom! Happy Mother’s Day!!!
For dinner we just rummaged through the fridge. Okra? Let’s make BBQ something. How about the chicken thigh we have because at one point breast were almost impossible to find. Sure. Yay! Easy Sunday meal. Throw a little bed of canned corn down and make it look fancy.
Bekah made me a drink. Ranch Water!
En Fuego 