Mmm-Mmm Good

I have been trying for years to convince my husband that a bowl of soup can actually be a meal.
You know, like Campbell Soup says, it's a meal you can eat with a spoon.
Husband not convinced. This is not food, he says, this is liquid. Good grief.... Every meal must have a hunk 'o meat to qualify. He got soup today because it is raining, I didn't have the desire to shop in the slop and he wanted food now! No time to thaw the crap that's in my freezer.

Now, this is a real meal!! Served these chops Sunday. Positively scrumptious! If you like pork chops, but hate that they are tough because not even pigs are allowed to have fat, you will love these. I served them with roasted new potatoes and lima beans, cooked until they surrendered.

If your significant other thinks a meal must have meat, (the kind that requires putting the hind foot on the prey and rearing back), you can find the recipe here .
(No, this is not a public service announcement.)

If I Only Had A Brain

I would dance and be merry,
Life would be a ding-a-derry,
If I only had a brain.
(The Scarecrow: "The Wizard of Oz")

Item 1: Running errands, stop at grocery store. No need for list, I only need two items; Diet Coke and milk. Oh, looky here at the nice display. Rice Krispie Treats on sale! Talk to self. (Mom used to always tell me to "go have a talk with yourself" when I had done something, umm, unwise.) Self says, "You could make those yourself". Other self, "Yeah, but they're on sale!". Self, "Not very nutritious". Other self, "Oh, pish posh. It's breakfast cereal. Is marshmallow a dairy product? No? Well, it looks like it." So into the cart go the Treats.
A super sale! Snack Cakes, sliced French Bread. "Great idea! I'll get some spaghetti to go with it." "Oh Yumm, Krispie Kreme Doughnuts." (Clearly, Other Self won the nutrition argument.) All happily jump into my shopping cart.
Not too many items. Check self out. Get Home. Unload groceries. And, oh @#$$!!, no milk or Diet Coke. (Because they're not on sale, I suppose.) I can only deduce I left my brain in the parking lot.

Item 2: Hands hurt. Hip hurts. Neck hurts. Time for ibuprofen. Head toward medicine cabinet.
Five minutes later, "Did I take that medicine?" Can't remember. Happens all the time. Do I need to record it like I did for patients when I was a nurse?

Item 3: Get in car. Drive my usual route. Get to intersection. "Where was I going?" Ah-ha, now I remember. But I drove right past it. Several blocks ago.

I'm sure there are more---but I just can't remember....