Tea: Blood Orange
Music: Del Amitri, "Always the Last to Know"
Time: Night.
Remember that stretchy (but non-rubber) chicken from the other night?
It's finally gone.
The final roster of meals to which it contributed:
Thursday lunch: Dirty rice for one
Thursday dinner: Roast chicken and vegetables for five
Friday lunch: Leftover roast chicken for two
Friday supper: Sausage and cabbage soup (with the leftover vegetables and a chicken stock base) for four (I was at First Friday.)
Saturday lunch: Soup for four (One of the kids had a scenery-building workday at school.)
Saturday dinner: Spinach salad with chopped chicken for five
Saturday late night snack: Soup (with the leftover chopped chicken added) for one
Sunday supper: Soup for four (One was tired of soup and had a sandwich.)
I'd say it's fitting that the last meal came on a Sunday. Church and thankfulness for blessings and all that. But I'm trying to make every day a day of gratitude, of awareness, of stewardship.
Heh ... guess this lesson tasted like chicken.
I know I slacked last night and didn't post a scary story. So tonight, here are two.
Thomas Peckett Prest, "The Demon of the Hartz"
Horacio Quiroga, "The Feather Pillow"
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