It was 60 degrees F. here in Redford
when I woke up, but the temps were going to fall all day long to a low tonight
in the teens tonight. Luckily, the major ice storm that’s going to stretch from
Texas to the east coast is running just south of here. So, we dodged another
bullet.
Now, I mentioned the Holiday potluck
at work. I had fully intended to bring Swedish meatballs, which would have been
the easiest choice, given the short notice. However, I was guilt-tripped (don’t
ask) into making my macaroni and cheese. So, at lunch, I went to Kroger’s to
get the various cheeses, milk and heavy cream I needed. I was shocked when they
told me that they were out of flat leaf parsley. How the hell do you run out of
flat leaf parsley? It’s not that exotic of an ingredient!
Sidebar: I was waiting in line when
an older couple in front of me started to unload their cart. All they had in it
were what seemed like an enormous amount of Koegel meat products: Hot dogs, smoked
sausage and bologna rings. I was thinking they must be on sale when the
woman caught me staring. She said to her husband, “People around here must
think we’re nuts!” Then she told me they had moved down south and were just
back home visiting her parents for Thanksgiving. She said they always stock up
on Koegel’s when in Michigan, because “You just can’t get these down south!
They look at you like you’re crazy if you ask for ring bologna.” I laughed and
told her I understood. I said my son and his wife have the same problem! I
said, “But, on the other hand, I can’t get onion sausage up here, so I try and
bring some back with me.”
Her husband told me that they had
planned on leaving Friday, but because of the ice storm, they were heading out
tonight. I said that made perfect sense and wished them good luck.
So, after a long wait in line, I
left there and went to Westborn for flat leaf parsley. As a result of all the
shenanigans, I got home, put the stuff in the fridge and headed straight back
to work without eating lunch. I was still late, though. But, I did bring an
apple to get me through the rest of the day.
The afternoon did drag though…
It was 37 degrees F. at 5:00 pm. I got home after work, only to learn
that Nelson Mandela had died. I was bummed. I must admit that he, Martin Luther
King Jr. and Gandhi are among the select few of my heroes. I admired their
non-violent stance. I should add that I could never do that, as I have always
been too pissed and too violent. But I admire them…
Sidebar: That led me to thinking
about Paul Walker’s death. I was a little taken aback by the outpouring of
grief at an actor’s death in a car accident. I mean, I liked “The Fast and the
Furious” (I’ve never seen any of the sequels) but, come on… Then I remembered
my own disbelief at learning about James Dean’s death back in the ‘50s. I guess
every generation has its own movie heroes…
But, enough about grief. I had macaroni
and cheese to make!
Sidebar: like Giada, I took a chunk
out of my finger during prepping, but I did it with the box grater. I put a
bandage on it and then a latex glove and soldiered on…
So, I did. I eventually dirtied almost
every damn dish in the cupboard, but I finally got it in the oven.
Sidebar: I love mac & cheese as
much as the next guy, but you people have no idea what a pain in the ass this
recipe is to make. See recipes!
I took a page from Jake and Carla’s playbook
and bought an aluminum roasting pan to bake it in. One less dish to wash…
Once it finished baking. I let it cool.
I had a bowl of it for my dinner (just to taste-test, of course). Not my best,
but pretty good. I think I put it in too large a pan and, as a result, it dried
out more than usual. I think I can fix it when I put it into the slow cooker.
I read a book for a while (it was
too late to get into a movie) and then went to bed.
Now if we could just figure out hunter sausage!
ReplyDeleteGood point! As it is, I have to travel 70 miles to get it and, now that my Doctor moved, I'll probably never taste it again...
ReplyDeleteIt is your destiny to obtain the recipe and distribute the golden wurst across the land!
ReplyDeleteWhere do you but it, John?
ReplyDeleteBUY IT?
ReplyDelete@GPF: A little place called "The Smoke House," near where we used to live in Columbus. The store is on Gratiot, just north of Palms Road. It's homemade and can't be beat!
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