Anyone for a recipe?
I’ve lately been dealing with waking up to a terrible crick in my neck almost every day so I bring you this post from under an ice pack!
It’s starting to really drive me crazy.
Sammy tried to give me a kiss goodbye this morning and considering I’m almost a full foot shorter than he is, I had to look up to do this. That was a big nope. Instant pain.
I walked the dogs today and passed by a man with two golden retrievers who I see walking often. He yelled across the street asking if I saw the coyote that was lurking in someone’s yard…
No sir, I did not. Because currently I’m like George Costanza; “I can’t go left!”
In case anyone doesn’t know the context from Seinfeld…
JERRY: Don’t be so sure. Look at George – he’s on his ninth date with Betsy, he still hasn’t gotten anywhere with her.
ELAINE: What’s his problem?
JERRY: Well, every time he tries to make a move, something screws up. Like on their last date, they were on the couch, but she was sitting on his wrong side.
ELAINE: Wrong side?
JERRY: Yeah, she was on his right side. He can’t make a move with his left hand. Can’t go left.
ELAINE: He can’t go left.
JERRY: No! I’m lefty, can’t go right. What about women? Do they go left or right?
ELAINE: Nah, we just play defense.
Truly quality script writing right there! Ladies on defense……. love it.
But regardless of my current can’t-go-left affliction, I always have time for food.
I found this recipe on Allrecipes, submitted by user Amanda1432, and I instantly wanted to try this! All of the spice smelling I did during my catering career leads me to recipes like this one, chock full of flavor and pizzaz.
I also have a pretty big thing for potatoes. It’s a love affair really. I remember a family member pinching my arm-fat when I was younger and saying I needed to eat less starch.
Aside from the air of the comment in itself being pretty rude in implying that I was “too fat”, which is truly an unsolved mystery how I WASN’T actually fat given my ridiculous eating habits as a child, I wasn’t giving any f*cks about anyone trying to tell me to give up potatoes.
Because that blasphemous shit just wasn’t happening. No freakin way, José. That’d be like 1/3 of my entire diet, eliminated in one instant.
Nope, that’s just not a life choice that I would ever choose to make, thank you. At five, eleven, 31, or 75 years of age, I would not, no way, no how.
So, if meat and potatoes just go together in your household like potatoes go with, well, everything here at my house, give this a try!