EVERYBODY’s got da bug…
A real fast easy TexMex dinner for 2 that’s legal on our diet…
You need: a small jar 1 and 1/2 inch—diced canned green chiles
sharp cheddar grated
Ortega taco spice
diced chicken bits: I use Foster Farms: Tyson would do. Dice these with kitchen shears.
Small flour tortilla (we use the high fiber ones)
In skillet with 1 tbs olive oil: heat the diced chilis over 7 heat on a 1-10 scale until almost all moisture has gone. Add diced chicken. Add about a tsp taco spice. Keep cooking until you’re seeing no moisture. Add a heaping tbs or so of jalapenos. Stir.
Lay out a tortilla. About 1/3 of the way from an edge lay down a fistful of cheese. Lay atop it the chicken chili mix; atop that, more cheese. Roll tightly and lay with the fold-end down in a microwave-safe dish. Microwave until cheese is well melted. Garnish with heaping tbs sour cream and dash of paprika.
You can start this and gather and prep your other supplies while the hot part of this dish is cooking. It comes down to a one-dish cookup followed by a quick assembly. You could do these for a party of 20 without overmuch stress, or cook two, save one for lunch. Moderate the heat to suit. Embasa brand jalapenos are about the mildest. And green chilis have a mild flavor: don’t be afraid of them: you could hardly even call it heat.
You could do this with pork or beef, too. Or do it as plain chili-cheese with tomato, say. One thing to watch is letting it get soppy from cooking. If you end up in a dish with too much water, don’t be shy about blotting the sucker with a paper towel so you don’t have a problem. This can also safely remove an excess of cooking oil, etc.
Tonight, however, neither Jane nor I wanted anything too heavy, so we called out for pizza. One effect of this crud is a towering desire for thin-crust pizza.
As aforesaid, she has come down with the crud: I still have a touch of it. We’re invited to a filk party tomorrow, but I think it would be wrong to go: it’s in a house where there’ll be a lot of people, and exposure to the stuff now, we judge by when Jane caught it from me, would set everybody in that house up to be sick for Christmas. Nope, nope, nope. I keep my plague-ridden self home. We thought I had picked this up from Jane’s brother, but I think I had to have been exposed a week earlier, to agree with when Jane came down with her case of it.
Nasty stuff! Use a lot of hand-cleanser and stay away from people who have a light cough.
Jane, here. Have a dilemma, a time limit, and no brain.
We’ve been having problems with our modem. I have to take it apart, blow on the contacts and reset it every few days. We got a notice from Comcast that our modem was outdated. I ordered the replacement and it arrived, and…guess what? It’s a modem/router combo. A 2.4GH router. I already have a really good Linksys dual router.
Has anyone out there used this comcast combo? Is it any good? Is there any reason I couldn’t simply use it as a modem and plug it into my old router?
Some advice w/b really welcome. CJC has passed her crud on to me and feel like doggie doodoo right now and not up to lots of research and/or trial and error.
I’ll call comcast if I must, but I had a hard enough time getting it through to them the last time that we already HAD voice and they didn’t need to send someone out (for $$) to put it in.
Gran’s Cranberry Sauce…not jellied.
A hand-cranked meat grinder works better than a blender, but either will do. (Blender gets things too ‘same’ and too fine.) Back off and use blender very slightly. You want chunks, not a puree.
2 packets cranberries. Discard green ones.
2-3 large sweet oranges
1 pkg pecan pieces.
Sugar if needed: taste as you go, but oranges should do it.
Grind berries, oranges, pecans, mix, chill.
If you wanted it gelled, cherry Jell-o might do it. But it’s better without. Us kids used to ask for this stuff as a before-dinner bribe and then again as post-dinner dessert, even with the lure of pies on the table.
I think ours is going to be chili size…ie, a can of chili over spaghetti, topped with jalapenos, cheddar, and a dollop of sour cream. This is Jane’s favorite, and I think I am just about able to deliver that. The traditional dinner just isn’t going to work, this year. But with the pond frozen, and the temperature dropping, I think most of our ‘tradition’ is going to be the chili, watching people use mediaeval weaponry to throw pumpkins, and starting to put up the Christmas tree and such.
Jane had ordered a backup Wiishu—ie, a blank doll body/basic painted faceplate that could sub for parts for Wiishu in the event of an accident—because I really, really do not want to cope with Jane’s upset should something happen to that little fellow who is so dear to her heart. Well, the blank doll came, and to our vast surprise and dismay, they’ve very subtly changed the facial ‘sculpt’ and the painting has changed. The body is ok, and good to have that—but the face is—shock—different. Jane is coping. But it is not what she actually hoped to get. Waa!
She is, however, a very good painter, and sculptor, and because she is learning the art of these faces, I think she can change this little surprise into something more Wiishu-like—if need be.
Meanwhile, we’s curious. What’s everybody doing for Thanksgiving? Cooking? Eating out? Traveling? Having company?
We have thrown the two levers that shut off water to the yard, opened the outdoor taps wide, plus unscrewed the less-than-dime-sized little screw plugs that let air into the pipes for the winter, to drain any low spot and dry them out.
One thing we absolutely appreciate about this house…no 300.00 bill from the entrepreneurs who will ‘blow out’ your irrigation system and winterize your pipes. Our house takes two people 15 minutes. We clip a baggie with the two essential screw plugs in it to the pipes in question, and we’re good until spring, at which point we will screw in the plugs, throw the levers to open position, and la! we’re open for business with the garden hoses.
Jane’s off mailing a legal document and has stopped by Christmasland at the local Wallyworld where we get our fizz-bottles for the SodaStream. Wally world isn’t our favorite for reasons of how they treat their employees, but it’s the closest place for miles and miles where we can get those fizz-bottles, and they also house my optometrist, so we do go there now and again.
I’m finally feeling better. I nearly threw myself into a relapse yesterday, out there in the iris beds, but today Jane insisted I stay in and get well. It’s been offically 2 weeks now since I began to come down with this stuff. So it’s about darned time!
Like whack the tops off the iris and drain the outside faucet lines: our fence is held up right now with a block of wood and some screws, and we’re hoping it lasts through the winter.
The ‘common cold’ is about 200 different viruses, so I hear, and lasts around 7 days or so. Well, type B flu remains the chief suspect, because I’m still symptomatic (cough-cough) and it’s been, what, since this onset, about Wednesday before this last Wednesday? Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday, and Monday…with the stuff still hanging on. That’s 12 days. Bummer.
Some of Jane’s doll-hobby friends are out and about and we’ll do supper there, this time not in a driving cold rain and soaked to the skin.
And I hope to heck I’m not still contagious. At least I sort of got to lie within 20 degrees of flat last night without choking.
Meanwhile, what else?
The orange cat was fish-shopping this morning, to the outrage of Shu and Shi. Yes, nearly sushi, but not quite. And the fish seem finally to have snugged down to the winter sleep instead of wandering drunkenly around the pond, vulnerable to predators. They all are under their winter shelter.
And…it’s kind of drizzling today. Grey sky. Chill. We’re not showing signs of getting that gravel moved.
And the autotopoff died. Again. I used the first unit (which supplies fresh water to make up for the evaporation in the main tank) from before 2007 til now, and its replacement died within 2 months. The replacement for the replacement died within 1 month. These are not cheap units. I wrote them a note that they have a serious design flaw, and bought a unit from another company: this is not a thing you can have fail while you’re, say, out of town for a week. The big tank evaporates 2 gallons a day, and that evaporation drives the calcium feed to the corals, while the autotop helps keep the salinity level for the critters. A float switch, like a bathroom tank float, simply turns on a small pump as the water level sinks, and the small pump sends calcium-laced fresh water up to the tank to keep the salinity steady. This should not be a complex wiring job, and it SHOULD be waterproof—water tends to happen around tanks, after all!
So…one damned more thing breaks. And has to be replaced. I’ll be so glad when I get this system stabilized. I also concluded my skimmer is too weak: I ordered a more potent one, which should help over all with the chemistry. You know how the wind and waves kick up foam on the beach…that’s amino acids, dead and decaying plant and animal matter, all sorts of refuse: it’s sort of the ocean’s sewer system. And if you aerate marine tank water, you get that froth, too, which bubbles up into a place where it collects as murky to black-green water: you toss that, and it’s sort of like cleaning a fish-tank filter, which marine reefs don’t tend to have: we rely on the skimmer. Well, there are skimmers that do a good job on a 50 gallon tank—but the old skimmer isn’t handling this 100 gallon tank well. And it’s going to help, I’m relatively sure, if I get an upgrade. Wish me luck. This is going to be a beautiful tank. It’s not there yet. All the fish are healthy, but I’ve still got some water stability problems, and I think that skimmer problem is the heart of it.
I saw a tweet on FB from someone attending that showing, so it’s my impression that all went well. Thank goodness.
I’ve reached the stage of the crud in which I pile pillows into a huge mass, with the two new heavy ones as the core of the mound, and sleep semi-upright, like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a rock. It at least prevents the coughing fits. And we both went to bed early last night: about 9. And got up at 7-7:30. That’s how tired and run down we are. Jane’s on her second round of antibiotic, which makes you slow, and I’m on the tail end of the crud, so I don’t feel too spiff either; we both got soaked to the skin in ice water, then had to go to dinner and a social function, and I just said to hell with the diet and ordered pizza—but Pizza Hut got my order wrong and gave me half pepperoni and half black olive on mine. Waa. I wanted them mixed. But I’ll live, she says, coughing.
Weather’s grey and heavy; it’ll be twilight by 3pm, this season, with the clouds thick up there.
The good news is I’m making slow progress on the writing—not the slow part. The progress part. That’s good. If I can get through the section where I have to handle moving everybody about the map, and get to the people interacting part, that will go much faster. It’s a law of nature that you have to work the hardest on the scenes that just aren’t by their nature exciting…
Peter Beagle and company had a special showing of The Last Unicorn last night—and while the event went well—weather did not cooperate. We’re hoping everybody got to Seattle this morning: they had to get there by nine, because a mis-shipment of the film for a showing tonight in Seattle resulted in THEM having the only copy of the remastered film they could lay hands on…weather slowed them getting here from Seattle and set up last night, so Jane and friends and I had a little scramble getting Peter over to a restaurant and back.
Night’s adventure started when Jane and I made the mistake of walking the sidewalk between the theater and the parking lot and got splashed with freezing water by 3 large trucks—it had been raining and still was coming down. So Jane and I were soaked below the waist, she just after anaethetic yesterday and me still recovering from the flu. We drove to the restaurant to hold down our reservation: she stayed there, and I went back to the theater hoping Peter would have made it in.
He had. I picked him up and drove to the restaurant…
Meanwhile Connor et al, who were setting up, had the weather setting in: ice water was turning (though thankfully briefly) to snow…and they had found out their Seattle film had been misaddressed, so they were going to have to leave at oh-God-thirty to get back over there to handle that…
We heard this when we got Peter back (on time) for the signing and reception, which was well-attended despite the weather—and I meanwhile was so rocky with coughing I opted not to go into the movie, but just to go out to the car and wait it through. Jane and I are still soaking wet, fortunately only where we sit, so that can be kept warm, if not dry. And the weather is not as bad as could be in Spokane, but the pass between Spokane and Seattle is due for 18 inches of snow, with freezing rain; and Ritzville, a town on a hump between us and Seattle, is above freezing, but always iffy in weather like this: it’s notorious. Not to mention the mile long descent to the Columbia bridge and the mile long climb out, though that’s not usually the weather-chokepoint that the aforementioned two places are. Snoqualmie Pass is well-maintained, but if it gets badly dumped on, you can sit in a line for a very long time while the plows do their work, and we’ve been on it when cars were spinning out and going topside down around us, even when it was just snow involved, and not ice…
So we’re hoping Peter and crew did get there ok. They’d planned to stay the night in Spokane, and it was looking like they were just going to have to pack back up and drive back at least as far as the foot of the pass, to be there in the morning.
Winter is arriving. I can see blue sky through holes in the cloud this morning, but they’re forecasting as much as 5 inches this weekend.