Of Cords and Chicken

 

Happy Friday, y'all!  'Jus stopping by with a couple updates from Chapman Road.

I'm so happy to show off my new-to-me computer nook!

Gotta give a huge whoop(!) to Tom for tackling the ridiculous pile of cords which lay, entwined -- largely ignored -- for the last 4 years.  A lesser man would have taken a look, shook his head and walked away.  As it was, it took him more than half an hour.  I was too humiliated to take a picture. 

I'm guessing this desk pre-dates computer technology.  That didn't deter him from improvising!

I can blame conditions on the movers ... on our haste to just get everything put in place.  Stuff shoved out of sight.
But no.  Not until circumstances made it impossible to correct.

Not unlike Tom's back.

Almost 4 years now, he's complained of pain.  We've tried every patch and salve. Doctors ordered x-rays, CT scans.  One even ventured, the pain most likely was originating from scar tissue being stretched from radiation therapy in 2013.

My regular readers may recall when, 6 months ago, Tom fell on his way to the bathroom.  I had to call 911.  I'm not going to rehash that nightmare, except to say it took an MRI to finally realize what was going on.

At yesterday's follow-up appointment, his surgeon reiterated, Tom was very close to having had a vertebral collapse and being confined to a wheelchair the rest of his days.  Dr. Doan kept saying how good he looks and has given him a green light to resume all activities.  Within reason, lol.

Now I've got to go online and find him new jeans.  With all our heavy outerwear this season, I didn't realize how saggy his jeans have become.   A 40-lb. weight loss will do that!

😛

So I got my panties in a bunch the other night.

Unnecessarily, it turns out.  Tom didn't mean what he said to sound ungrateful.

I was all set to make another batch of chili.  Or soup.  I forget.

Holding up his hand, he asked that I stop.  Just what crowd I was planning to feed?  Oh, and unlike yours truly, he enjoys having a variety of food.

Temporarily mollified, I changed my game plan.

I slow-cooker'd 3-1/2 lbs. of (unseasoned) chicken breasts in low-sodium broth, then shredded the dickens out of them.

Separating into individual portions, most were put in the freezer.  No secret, he and I rarely enjoy the same kinds of food.

He doctored his with hard-boiled egg, onion, celery, etc.

... while I took a spicier approach, using SIDS 'Gunpowder', curry and Alabama White Sauce.

Next, I want to try and recreate some of the varieties from Chicken Salad Chick.   Love that place, but their prices are a bit, well pricey.   (If you're unfamiliar with CSC, you can't read about their offerings here.)

Who all has plans for SuperBowl?

Valentine's?

I'd enjoy hearing about them.

Hugs, Myra