to all of our U.S. Armed Forces (plus Auxiliary Forces and the USO) past and present, for your services to our country.
Friday. Huh. Ratz; While everyone else says a hearty "T.G.I.F!" I know I have to go to work tomorrow. I would LOVE to have the weekend off, however...and in neither case do I feel it would be at all kosher to call in (or out, depending on your perspective). I care too much about my patients to crap out on them unless I'm really and truly not well, or an emergency arises. It'll be alright; once I'm there, I'm glad I went. Too bad they don't have a fenced yard, I could bring the dogs. Not such a good idea, though, because they are still not, at age 9 & 1/2 reliably house-trained.
Hubs left a few hours ago to go down to his mother's for -?- maybe about a week?
I have been busy this AM. First thing I did was clean out the fridge and straighten up the freezer. See, hubby and I share different dietary tastes and his leftovers will grow fuzzy white, green and black before he comes back, so out they went!
I am also pulling a Sabby: stewing a chicken, steaming mixed veggies from (as we call it) the Framer's Market; also asparagus. I'm waiting for the potatoes to cool so I can make a potato salad WITH onions and without sweet pickles, got me some kale and broccoli-slaw and I don't know what all else I'll come up with, but it'll be something good! Then I'll have things *I* like to eat all week long! Grab'n'Go!
At the HFS, on their hot-bar buffet, they had roasted carrots and garlic, and, *slurp*, mah gawd, was it ever good!
! Also quite YUM was roasted cauliflower with smoked paprika sprinkled on it, and I think some tumeric also, but I don't have any smoked paprika.
I did get a head of cauliflower so I can make my own, but I have to wait until tomorrow so I can use my patient's oven. Oh, and I have to bring my own olive oil, too. The corn oil that was there, I told 'em it was rancid (partial fib) and they got something more acceptable, but no olive oil.
It's an hour too early but the dogs are double-teaming me about feeding them supper now. HA! Like that's
gonna happen. Their happy little perky ears fall when I say "It's TOO EARLY!" (twirley, twirley, TWIRLEY, dammit, so HUSH!)
Back to the kitchen! Catch ya laydah!