Sausage Ball--New Recipe or Not

 I used a different recipe for the last batch of sausage balls. I sat in my recliner and mixed the sausage and grated cheese. Before that, I asked Tommy to bring me the box of Bisquick so I could determine if it was still good, not rancid. I was puzzled that it was not open, so I cut open the liner bag. He took it back to the kitchen. When I was ready to measure, he brought it and a one cup measure to me. 

When I had a cup of the mix spooned into the cup, I dumped it into the bowl with the sausage and cheese. I then proceeded to measure out a half cup in the cup measure. Since it was not necessary to be precise in the measurement, I did the best I could. As I was ready to dump the other half cup into the bowl, for some reason, I noticed the box--Hungry Jack Pancake Mix. I was horrified at what I had done. So, I attempted to spoon out the pancake mix. I finally got the partially filled cup with another half cup. I put that into a bowl with lid and refrigerated it for another day of making pancakes. 

Let me say that I could not tell one bit of difference in using a half cup of pancake mix instead of Bisquick along with a whole cup of Bisquick. My horror evaporated as soon as I reasoned that basically both had the same ingredients. 

I am still chuckling at my mistake.

I looked it up--in Alabama a working horn is required to drive on highways. And, I read the information aloud to Tommy.

He called a tow truck before he found a body shop. Body shop said it was two months before they could pull metal from touching the tire! He is determined to use a body shop as close as possible to us and for the tow truck, too. He refuses to call his insurance company and won't tell me why. After a frustrating hour of his shenanigans and his reliance on a three year old phone book. It all ended in angry, stupid conversation. He said he was moving out and giving me the house because of my interference in his matters. Well, he was driving a car with the hood tied down with twine until I told him it was time for another car. He needs heavy guidance and encouragement in anything that involves him spending money on his safety and health. 

So, three hours later, we are back at the same discussion. I finally convinced him to call his insurance company. I guess that washing dishes gave him time to think. 

We are under a tornado watch, soon to be probably a warning. So, I am not in any hurry to drive my car, and I surely don't want him behind the wheel! 

PM

He has adjustor coming from his insurance company! Finally. I bet they see the windshield and give him grief. He cannot comprehend why a car insurance company would care about a badly cracked windshield. 

Tonight, I baked six bscb with carrots and potatoes. I will freeze at least three of the breasts.

Everything is settled down and he is calm. I have to be the voice of reason! We are not under a tornado watch or a tornado warning, thankfully. It is raining and thunder is rumbling right now. 

I looked up how to repair a horn. Everything was too complicated for either of us. The one easy and cheap thing--checking a fuse--he refuses to do. The woman would not have hit us if he had either kept backing or had given a toot of the horn, just a little toot or a blast. Actually, I looked this up a year ago and did it again today. I was going to repair a ding in the window, but he would not allow that. Now, the crack is edge to edge of the window, minus three inches, and all the way to the top and heading to the bottom of the window. 

Have you ever added the wrong ingredient to something? How did that turn out? 

Dinner: half a baked bscb, half a potato and carrots baked with the bscb. It was delicious. 

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