I think my chili is gonna be good. It just happened that we had cooler weather today. Who wants to make chili when it's a million degrees outside?
I had a pound or so of ground venison in the freezer (I've been on a quest to use it or lose it). The D loves his deer meat. I had to use it today since I'd thawed it, or I'd kill him with e.coli or whatever dread disease lurks in preservitave-free wild game meat. I decided I'd cook big. So I bought a pound and a half of ground chuck. And other stuff.
So now, I have a huge pot of chili simmering on the stove. I have to admit, I used a mix (False Alarm Chili), and lots of cans, but I still consider it the real deal. I sauteed onions, green bell peppers and fresh garlic in canola oil before I added the meat.
Well, enough about that. Maybe I'll post my recipe.
I feel like I'm in a dream. There's a cool breeze blowing in my window. I mean cool. Not just "not quite as hot." Damn.
Mr. Man has found something new about which to ride me. "Or not." He says it's not needed. I wasn't aware that I used it. Like my gesticulating. Or not.
I swear. He makes me crazy. It's gonna come down to...something. I'm not sure what. I want to smack him. I did that in Boston, once, and I'll never hear the end of it. He deserved it. And I almost never have the urge to hit. So that tells you. He made me crazy. Somehow or other, we kissed and made up at Legal Sea Foods. My treat. That probably helped. It didn't hurt that we had a great day. And that I bought him some very cool souvenirs.
I should go check on the chili. I'll simmer it until time to give the D his supper. And I'll save a little for leftovers. Freeze the rest.
And enjoy this cool breeze. Heaven.
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...