Last night I found half a bag of dried beans. I put them in a bowl and covered them with water. When I woke up this morning at the butt crack of dawn, I threw them in my crock pot. I used to make “beans and cornbread” all the time. They were requested by my sister and her boyfriend when they came to see me and Loser always requested them, too.
Maybe that’s why I stopped fixing them. But fix them I did and I thought I would run up to the grocery store and get some cornbread mix. It was hard to find a parking place but for some reason but I thought it was because it was Saturday.
There’s a section where you can get already cooked vegetables as well as vile crap, like chicken or cubed steak.
I stopped and asked them if they had any cornbread but they were out. They said they had corn muffins so that was good enough. I bought three muffins and started looking around the store for anything else that might appeal to me. The store was literally crawling with people and they were loading up their carts like they were expecting a hurricane.
I got my muffins and an onion and was heading up to the check-out. It took a few minutes to get to the cashier and when I got there, I asked what was going on.
Apparently, a “monstrous storm” is going to hit us. I rarely turn my television on and when I do, I never watch the news or the weather. After I heard that, I decided that if we were going to be socked in for a few days, I should get some real food…so I got a box of microwave popcorn and a bottle of Texas Pete. I don’t even remember picking the bottle up and if I went back tomorrow, I don’t think I could remember where I found it. Don’t ask what the correlation is because I don’t know…I don’t even like hot sauce. On the way home, I thought “snot buckets!” Loser always wanted hot sauce in his beans.
I was questioning my sanity (once again) and that made a smooth transition into a positive thought. I was thinking, “Loser has never been in this house and he never will be…and he will never again put hot sauce on the beans that I make.”
I filled a small bowl with beans (sans hot sauce), cut a few pieces of onion and had half a corn muffin. It was pretty good, I will say.
I was swapping messages with a fellow blogger the other day and I told her about my sisters’ and my friends’ refrigerators being crammed so full of food, you couldn’t even see the back.
My refrigerator has a pitcher of water in it..and that’s all…but as of today, my water pitcher will no longer be lonely because it has the companionship of an onion and a bottle of hot sauce. Now when I open the door, my refrigerator light shines like the eyes of a proud mama!
The answer to the ? post is….the criminal walked away…and we did indeed meet again.
(I was going to add my little touch of humor and say “I shot the criminal and then I shot my partner for being a wiener….I mean…who lets a criminal get a choke-hold on them?”)