Friday, December 9, 2022
We laid in supplies tonight for holiday gatherings this weekend. I made a menu list, then an ingredient list, then a shopping list. I made Keith think of the same lists, and checked mine for complete-ness. We got everything on the list. And got home to think of a bunch of other things we needed. Of course, we did. Hopefully, when Keith stops after his rehearsal tomorrow, our list will be complete (I doubt it).
We are cooking pork tinga (it’s 11pm. It takes a long time). We invented an enchilada recipe by imagining what goes into enchiladas that we would like to eat. I am quite excited to find out how they taste. I told Keith to practice his trumpet while I cooked hamburger for tacos. I have a small canister of taco seasoning and the top shake-it-out part was defective. I couldn’t get it open enough to get out the 3/4 of a cup of mix that I needed. No worries. I will just can opener the bottom and use it all up. The top was a little open, so I was using one hand to keep it from shaking all over and the other hand masterfully snapped on to the bottom of the canister. Ta da! But then I needed to turn it.
Keith? Are you still right here?
Just barely audible beyond my Barenaked Ladies Christmas songs was doodly doodly doodly doo. Darn. He actually went to practice.
My hands were still both very busy holding the cannister and the can opener, so I cleverly took the can opener turning handle dealie in my mouth, gently gripped it with my teeth, and made absolutely no turn whatsoever.
I really wish that was the picture of the day.
I set the shakey side on a dry dishcloth to stop it from shaking and can opened the bottom. One-two-three all done. Finished, but hardly exciting.