God do I love my wife but she cannot cook worth a damn.
She knows it.
I’m not railroading her or anything, it’s just that when they took off my lower left leg, Karen’s biggest fear was realized: Not because she would have to help me with everything, but because she would now be responsible for cooking my meals.
The national crime rate would plummet if only they put the Domestic Despot in charge of the prison meals.
In a strange coincidence, I am more than OK eating such staples as ramen, TV dinners, and the like.
I know, I am a chef of impeccable pedigree and yet, I still like basic foods.
Rice with brown gravy.
So currently I am healing up a sore on my left kneecap and it is the only thing keeping me from the golf course. We are heading up to Prescott in a few weeks when our Open House is scheduled to occur. It will be a nice fresh weekend and I am really looking forward to it.
My leg will be better by then.
Karen will not be cooking anything.
Now in her defense, Karen makes a very good old-school spaghetti.
But that’s it.
I will probably cook up a few things here and take them to reheat up in the cabin we are renting. We are also taking the dogs with us, so as not to jeopardize the selling of our house.
The spareribs I cooked last week were fallin’-off-the-bone, melt-in-your-mouth Jalapeno Honeyglazed pieces of heaven.
If I do say so myself.
But I didn’t have to say so myself as Karen was in agreement with me. As we scarfed down the hickory-smoked pork ribs, not a word was spoken.
When you’re eating food like this, smiles and grunts will suffice.
Ranch style beans.
Since we will be up there for at least three days, it looks like 3 entrees.
I am almost finished with my first new song in thirty years, and as soon as it is finished, you know I will be posting it on my blog.
In the meantime, it is starting to look a lot like things are getting back to normal, so kudos to everyone for taking this vaccination thing seriously.
If you are travelling, please take care of yourself and others.
I can’t wait to get into a kayak and check out the several lakes in the area. If Osama bin KAREN allows, I will get at least one round of golf in before we head back down to the Valley.
Depending on which way the wind blows, I may even belly up to a Blackjack table for a few hands.
I’ll post some pictures of our trip on my blog.
Now that the NBA playoffs are in full swing, I am chomping at the bit for the college football season to kickoff.
Football is back and all is right in the world again.
If only it were that simple.
Here is a wake and bake session I recorded. Remember The Box Tops’ The Letter?