Sugar Today

 Yesterday, when I said the word 'sugar,' Tommy became louder and emphatic, "No, we don't need sugar because we have several bags." Well, this was news to me. Since he is the one always rummaging around in the food, I took him at his word. I told him to put it all by the sink.

There were five partial bags of sugar, not to mention the sugar cannister and quart jar of sugar I had in the cabinet. He put the five bags on the counter for me. 

One bag had about a cup. Two had maybe 2 cups or more. The other bag, although open, still looked like nothing had been removed. In my defense, all these were in a store bag and twisted closed. And, they were over near the table on a chair. 

I emptied them into two Tupperware cannisters until I can get three glass jars ready with the metal lids. I was tired from the trip to Cullman.

When I stepped over to reach for something further along the counter, I stepped in sugar, lots of sugar. The counter had sugar all over it! I managed to clean off the counter, leaving the sink full of sugar, too. When I lifted the last bag that held the full bag of sugar, there was a huge hole in it and it was full of sugar. What a mess! Tommy feels nothing on his feet, never checks for holes in bags, totally oblivious. Someday, he will learn. 

So, the point of all this is that we have plenty of sugar considering I rarely use it and never bake anymore. Plus, I am not on top of things. Tommy does sort things, putting like things together. We have enough sugar to last years. He never uses it for coffee or in any cereal.

We went back to Publix to get the cartons of Pepsi that are b2g2 for Tommy and I shopped some more.

Tonight, we are having chicken cordonbleu and a casserole of zucchini, tomato, onion. It is the casserole that my children loved so much that we had three casseroles of it one night and they ate all three. They were such happy children that night. 

The three pieces of bread had melted unsalted butter on them. I don't use much butter, but on the last bread chunks, I used salted butter and it was much too salty for my taste. 

The blueberries have been in the crockpot all night, way too long. So, I will put them in half-pint jars and freeze some of them.

We went to the usual three stores today to get ads. I was so upset at one store, I just left. A witch works at the CS desk. At the other I bought a grab bag for $2. I will put that up tomorrow.

Dinner: chicken, bacon, ham, spinach; casserole with zucchini, tomato, onion, bread. This was hearty and filling and delicious. I gave Tommy my bacon and ham.

Tommy was filling his plate within five or six minutes of my removing the chicken dish and the casserole from the oven. Yet, he microwaved it. The casserole was burning my mouth, and I dipped mine first. He is obsessed with the fact he thinks all food must be boiling hot before he eats it. He ruins the food I cook. I am insulted.

The air is so dry that my hair is blowawy frizzy. It was still in the upper 80s and pleasant. However, the ac runs continually. 

Do you use much sugar, bake much?

Do you ever find you are overrun with one pantry staple like sugar? 

Do you know anyone who must have food microwaved until it is excessively hot?

When Was He Going To Tell Me?

Today, we had to get a prescription I must take. That is the only reason we left the house. I had plenty left but wanted to pick it up promptly. Tomorrow will be stormy, so I was afraid the pharmacy would blow away with my meds.

I had taken this nasty prescription beforehand, and every movement of the car sent my stomach into flip flops. I did survive but had to rush into the house. 

Today, I decided I would make something new with potatoes, ham, onions, cheese, and zucchini. It was in casserole form, sort off like potatoes au gratin. Tommy seemed to think we needed to start at 4 pm. At 6 pm, I said I was going to bed for an hour, to wake me. Well, he went to sleep in his chair. 

He had already peeled the potatoes but needed to wash zucchini and bring them to my chair. Sooo, I had to wait on that. I chopped the potatoes in dices and the ham similarly. He made the white sauce. I am a very good teacher. I forgot the cheese and onions for the casserole! 

This casserole evolved when I decided instead of cooking zucchini separately, I would just put the zucchini, so I would just have one dish.

It was still delicious. Tomorrow, I will sauté onions and put it in the last portion for Tommy along with cheese. I will eat some of the chicken/rice/cheese casserole.

Tommy did not like cheese in the chicken casserole. He said he does not like cheese with chicken. I never knew that. He does like it with ham. It is about time he told me. I am not that into casseroles, and we have had them two nights in a row. What gives? I love cheese on my chicken sandwiches. 

About 8 pm, I felt less icky and quit hurting all over. Of course, it is almost midnight and now I have to take another. At least I won't feel miserable during the night. I planned it that way. 

Down the street there is a beautiful tree thick with small white flowers, about 3" across. It looks like a tulip tree but white. The tree shape is unusual because a bigger tree was being cut and fell on the flowering tree. So, it is hard to tell what it might be, at least for me. I have not gotten out of the car to see the exact flower shape or see if it has a scent. 

Have you ever had someone wait a very long time to tell you that the someone did not like a certain food or combination? I knew he hated eggs or boiled eggs in anything where he could see them. And, he will not touch a banana. But, no cheese near chicken? At least I know.