Pook is down fer the 10 count, bedridden with the flu. I have to fix dinner and she doesnt want a single bitty bite. I am free to pillage the kitchen. Grilled cheese and tomato soup for a dreary day? Hell yeah, be sumptin easy. Drug out some ever so healthy thick 12 grain bread, baby swiss, smoked gouda, cream cheese with japalenos, extra sharp cheddar...shucks -add some more sliced japalenos for a lil kick. Using a forbidden cast iron skillet on her glass top stove (she aint gonna come look) buttered the bread with Amish butter, sprinkled on sesame seed, little garlic and couple grinds of black pepper. Spices were loudly rattling around in the cupboard and then on the floor, a shrill smoke detector screaming , it was GLORIOUS! She didnt budge or shout orders from her House of Pain. I splashed my wine in the smoking pan, quickly ran down the stairs to my lair . Not a whimper from the back bedroom. It does appear I may have scorched the counter with that smoking cast iron skillet but it is coming out anyway , now jest sooner than I had planned. Katy May and I are full as ticks and gloating. Now we have greasy fingerprints all over my keyboard.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 22:48:46 +0000