Chili

I made chicken and white-bean chili today in the crock pot, and I ate two bowls of it already, even though it's only 2:00 pm.  That's ok, right?  I mean, everything was fully cooked before I put it in.  Basically the slow-cooker part of this recipe is just an excuse for the flavors to meld all day. 

Besides, no one but me is going to eat it anyway.  My kids don't like soup.  Or onions.  Or green chiles.  Neither does Surgeon Hubby.  Come to think of it, I can't figure out why I actually went to the considerable trouble to put this particular recipe together for supper.  Oh, wait...because I loooooove soup!  And onions.  And green chiles.  And the lots and lots of freshly ground black pepper I added (no, the family won't eat that either). 

So I'm still an ok person, even though I ate "supper" in the middle of the afternoon?  You're sure about that?  Ok, thanks.  I feel better. 

~Pregnant and Hungry

Yesterday

Yesterday, my kitchen was clean.  I did the dishes, wiped all the counters, and scrubbed the sink.  I cleaned the caked-on junk off the inside of the  microwave, then wiped down all the fronts of my appliances.  They're stainless steel, so they show streaks & water spots like crazy.  I swept and mopped the floor, and the whole place was sparkling.  I felt whole. 

Fast forward 24 hours, and it reminds me of the Beatles song. 

 

Yesterday...

All my troubles seemed so far away...

I need a place to hide away...

Oh, I believe...

...in yesterday.

Yours truly,
Dishpan Hands