Foodie Friday

 

Well, not that sort of foodie.
I'm thinking throw-together dinners that -- while not suitable for Sunday guests -- warm the spirit.

Unless you want to count (Tom's) two doctor's appointments in two days, this week's been pretty unremarkable.*  The Christmas decor's hidden away -- and a dishwasher chosen.  (Not my idea, but I'm done with 'someone's' strong suggestions.  I may or may not have remarked, "Just because it's there doesn't mean I'm going to use it.")

I guess you could say I've got the blues.  Not because our skies are gray and weepy.  No, I'm a little sad because the hint of snow never materialized.  Not even a respectable sleet.

Recently I asked, "What is it about cold weather that makes the thought of eating so attractive?"  And why do I think my middle name is Betty Crocker?

I'm sitting here, trying to ignore the urge to wander into the kitchen and open doors.  Idly waiting for a cue, "Eat me! Eat me!"   

So, last week's French Onion meatloaf was less than stellar.  Despite following instructions to the letter, it was totally bland.  (One and done!)

Yesterday I made an old favorite, white chicken chili and this evening I'm trying out a sausage and spinach quiche.

Okay!  Because I've an exaggerated distaste for touching any raw pork product, opening the package is the worst part of this process.  When I watched this clip (from the Today Show) a few months ago, I mentally filed their hack away.   Lucy and Ethel, stand aside!

Unfortunately, I'm telling y'all it didn't work.  And I've probably 100 more wooden skewers remaining.  Maybe next time I'll spring for the extra $$$ and buy those already cooked sausage patties.   How do you prepare your ground pig?

Well, it's almost time for the reveal.
I hope everyone's staying warm tonight; take good care of yourself!

Hugs, Myra

* Cancel that!

Last evening I actually applauded at the conclusion of Chicago Med.  Any other fans out there?