Today I made a feast. I bought a chicken and I cooked it in my mini oven. The first real use of the oven. Previously I have just made pita breads in there. But this is real eats. Poultry. Oh yeah.<\/p>\n
It seemed to have gone okay. And by that I mean, I haven’t died of salmonella yet. It was quite yummy actually. And now I have leftovers for days.<\/p>\n
In other culinary news, I have it on good authority that my mother will soon be cooking soup. Goody! Probably the two greatest things about winter, the coming of the snow and the coming of the soup. Mama’s world famous chicken soup. I love it to death. And my dad told me that my mother said that she didn’t feel like eating soup for 3-4 days. She always cooks up a huge pot when she makes soup. What does that mean? That means that after the first family dinner of soup then I will get to take the rest home! Wow. Can you imagine? Me alone with a big pot of soup that will last me for days. Up to a week it has been known to last, almost. And you’d think one would get tired of eating soup after a week, but not me! I could eat it every day for a month. I could eat it for breakfast, lunch and supper. And take showers in it, if it were possible. I need a bath tub.<\/p>\n
Anyway. I’m crossing my fingers that soup will come soon and plentifully.<\/p>\n
What else is going on? It’s fall vacation this week. The kindergarten next door is closed. I actually find myself missing the sounds of kids playing outside. The grumpy old hermit has a heart of gold. Just like in the movies.<\/p>\n