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Enough is enough
December 3, 2008 - Kathie Evanoff
If I were someone who led an organized life with a place for everything and everything in its place, I might have been freaking out this morning. Instead, I am sitting here calmly, updating this blog and moving along with my day.
Things have been hectic lately. Thanksgiving was less than a week ago and although I intended to send a photo of our wonderful, free-range heritage
turkey, once the bird was laid out in front of me pulling out my camera was the last thing on my mind.
But I did manage to take some photos of Sunday’s dinner, which was a beef roast. Since there are only two of us in the house, we often cut regular size beef roasts in half and make two meals out of them. I love this little roaster. It is actually a terra cotta baking dish with a lid that we scored from an antique (junk) shop in Middlefield a few years ago. My husband is the one who spotted it on a shelf buried beneath lots of other stuff. I passed it by a few times, but he is into cooking much more than I.
He cooks throughout the week, but on weekends the kitchen is turned back over to me. We sometimes have pizza (my equivalent to cooking), but this weekend I was ready to cook something. I did, after all, cook for my family for more than 30 years, so it's his turn now. After defrosting the small roast, I placed it on top of some quartered potatoes, a bay leaf (from a bay tree we bring inside each winter), a couple cloves of garlic and shallots, also from our garden. The little roaster provided a good vehicle for braising and we had some nice drippings for making gravy to accompany the meal. At the table, I completed the meal with some green beans and a tossed salad, but it was pretty tasty. This is my favorite little roasting dish.
But back to my morning. I am out of bananas, as well as eggs, and still haven’t replaced the cereal that went stale when my pantry took in too much moisture caused by a cold back wall facing a warm room, so I toasted a couple slices of whole wheat bread and spread on a couple tablespoons of peanut butter.
It was what happened next that brought out the worst of this day. On my way to take a photo at an elementary school, two kind people pulled up beside me and informed me I had a low tire on my car. The tire wasn’t low when I pulled out of the garage, honest. But I figured if two people made the effort to let me know about it, then I should take a look. I pulled into a parking lot and sure enough, it wasn’t just low, it was just shy of flat. I don’t know how I didn’t notice while driving.
I wasn’t freaking out because these types of occurrences are second nature to me. Nothing ever runs smoothly in my life and I’m really a nice person. I’m still waiting for karma to roll my way for all the smiles I dole out.
I love road service. They came to the parking lot, changed my tire and within an hour, I was on my way. What the experience did do; however, was rob me of a second cup of tea in a warm office on a cold day. And it’s cold outside, especially when you are standing around watching someone change your tire.
I don’t do well in the cold. I took the photo, drove back to my desk in the newsroom and promptly began heating a mug of water in the microwave.
But then something else happened. I moved from a secluded office in Niles to the busy newsroom in Warren just two weeks ago and this morning got a taste (literally) of what goes on here. Well, you can see it in the photo.
Someone brought doughnuts. I'm told this occasionally happens here. Normally I can resist, but after a cold morning with a flat tire and no tea, it got the best of me. Emotional eating? You betcha.
It was just as well that I brought salad for lunch and a little bit of cubed chicken from Monday's dinner. And speaking of dinner, the husband made one of his famous soups, potato this time, likely to use up the huge bag of potatoes we bought for our Turkey Day dinner.
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Sunday roast all ready for the oven.