Sunday Supper

I woke up at 5:30 a.m. on Sunday. I read in bed until the morning news came on. I filled in the rest of the Blog and then moved onto the Sunday morning chores.

I finally shaved, showered and got dressed. Then I headed out to Home Depot. I got the few things I needed but, once again, they did not stock the molding I wanted!!! What up with that???

I stopped at the gas station and filled up after chatting with my new buddy.

Back home, I left the truck outside and took everything inside. It was cold, with a brisk west wind and the atmosphere felt “heavy” with snow…

Speaking of snow, it never did last night, at least around here. But it’s supposed to snow tonight through tomorrow morning.

 I took a break to make my Sunday brunch: biscuits and sausage gravy. So, I browned a tube of Jimmy Dean pork sausage.

I opened a tube of Pillsbury Grands. Scared the crap out of me (like always), but this time dough flew about. WTH? I cleaned up the mess and put the shabby-looking biscuits of a half sheet tray. I had to re-sculpt most of them, but I don’t know why (were they too old?) And, they never did “rise” like usual. They just turned into hockey pucks.

But, I digress. When the sausage was done, I added in 1/4-cup of A/P flour. I cooked that for a couple of minutes (to get the raw flour taste out) and then slowly added 2 1/2 cups of whole milk. I brought that to a boil and then simmered it for a few minutes more until it thickened. I added a little salt and a lot of fresh ground pepper, then put a lid on the pan.

When the biscuits were done, I got them off the sheet try and onto the counter to cool. I took the two best-looking ones, plated them and topped them with sausage gravy. Delicious!

The doorbell rang (scared the crap out of me) and it was my neighbor Tammy with mail. The postman left all my mail in their box and didn’t pick up the letters she was mailing out. He must have been in a hurry or something.

I went out in the garage and got started on rough cuts. I worked until 2:00 p.m. when I finally realized how cold I was. So, I went inside, got a cup of coffee and took a warm-up break. I went back out in the garage at 3:00.

I was finished before 5:00 p.m. and had all the wood stacked in the kitchen. 

I blew out the sawdust in the garage and then blew the remaining leaves onto the lawn.

I pulled the truck in. The next step in my original plan was to cut the front lawn with the push mower, but it had already started snowing. And, not the pretty big flakes, but little icy pellets. So, I gave up on that idea and buttoned up the garage for the night.

Back inside, it was another cup of coffee, reading in the living room and warming up.

Then I changed into my bathrobe, shook off my sawdusty clothes and started the last load of weekend wash.

I watched the news and then started dinner.

Now, as you might know, I am not a big fan of tilapia. But, I had some in the freezer I need to use up (I think I bought it for fish tacos).

So, I preheated the oven to 400 degrees. I lined a half sheet tray with aluminum foil and sprayed that with canola oil. I put the frozen fish filets on the foil. I brushed them with olive oil and then sprinkled smoked paprika, sea salt and pepper on them. I topped each with a generous handful of shredded Parmesan cheese and baked them for 17 minutes.

Meanwhile, I heated up a 90-second bag of Uncle Ben’s Wild Rice mix. While that was cooking in the microwave, I mixed two tablespoons of mayo with one tablespoon of horseradish for my sauce.

I plated the results and it was great. Even though I shouldn’t have, I went back for seconds!

I watched the Red Wings game and came away disappointed.

I switched to reading in bed until I started nodding off, then went to bed for real.