This will be a different sort of column because it is the first one entirely written in a prone state from my “sick nest” on my couch at home. I still can’t sit or stand upright without tipping over.
“Heat oil in a large frying pan over medium heat. Add mustard seeds, cover and cook until they pop, one minute.” Now that I read the instructions outside of my kitchen, the directions certainly are clear about covering the pan.RELATED CONTENT
“We have reached a cruising altitude of 35,000 feet. Sit back and enjoy the flight,” the pilot announced. En route to the East Coast, I settled in to read a magazine for the next 2½ hours. Although I have never been able to sleep on planes, I appreciate getting to places quickly.
Just a few days ago, I was hoping my vehicle wouldn’t slide off the road as I crept along an icy highway during one of North Dakota’s mini-blizzards. However, on the day I wrote this article, I noticed areas of my lawn devoid of snow when I left my house.
I recall an interesting conversation I had with my son and his buddy when I offered them freshly baked cookies. Both boys were 8 years old at the time. I placed some warm chocolate chip cookies on a plate and poured each of them a glass of ice cold milk.
“Daylight savings time is almost here. We can’t forget to move the clocks forward,” my husband commented the other day. “Oh, no. I have a hard time with losing an hour of sleep when we ‘spring ahead,’ ” I replied.
“Mom, I just had the best cookies ever! I ate a bunch at the dining center. You need to make them at home,” my 18-year-old son exclaimed, practically salivating.RELATED CONTENT
As I pondered a potential column topic, someone tossed an idea my way. How about writing something about frozen foods? I must admit, after our intensely cold winter, I am dreaming of hot, grilled foods cooked and eaten outdoors on a warm day. Thinking about frozen food made me shiver.RELATED CONTENT
“What’s that?” I asked as I breezed through the kitchen, noting a pot of simmering stew. My husband was head chef that evening and was trying a new recipe.
I flipped on a reality-type TV show one day. A camera crew captured footage of someone climbing over a mountain of boxes, clothing and trash to get around his home. The piles were so high that his head nearly touched the ceiling.RELATED CONTENT
“I hadn’t heard of ‘hot dish’ until I moved here! We called it casserole,” one of the college students remarked.
Boil. Drain. Serve. Even after a long day, most of us can manage the cooking directions for pasta.
“If I don’t get a glass of water, will I survive until morning?” I asked myself sleepily. Despite being incredibly thirsty, I took my chances. Besides, I was too tired to crawl out of a warm bed at 2:30 a.m.RELATED CONTENT