Sunday, October 17, 2010

Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread

Thick Slices, Please!
Guess what we're having for breakfast!  Banana bread with butter and orange juice.  Yowza, what a way to start the day!  Food makes me s-o-o-o-o-o-o very happy!!!  The bananas were getting brown and would have gone to waste if my hubby hadn't decided to look for the cookbook and do a little baking.  Also, those little flying bugs appear from nowhere when fruit sits out for too long of a time. 

Our household is masterful in using up leftovers, and we put food-waste into the mortal sin category.  Neither of us were raised in families who had surplus of anything, and we learned from little on that the second-time-around is many times better than the first. 

Not pointing fingers or being accusatory, but the younger generations haven't ever been hungry the way they waste food, pop, and everything else.  Life won't let them get by with this.  Unfortunately, no matter what we do wrong, something will pay us back dearly.  That's just the way life seems to be.  One of the things we, as adults, can do for the younger ones is teach, by our daily example, the necessity of using and not abusing all things.  Creativity can start in the kitchen and can be a whole lot of fun.

I enjoy refrigerator raids, hunting for the little dishes of leftovers (that aren't green and fuzzy), putting them all in a skillet, browning them up, and then scrambling eggs over the whole works.  Top that with some freshly diced onions, a dab of ketchup, and I think the Queen of England would smack her lips over that one.  The Italians call that a "frittata," and the fancy name makes it sound like a real special deal.  Personally, I call it hash.

There's a bowl of left-over chili in the refrigerator, and we can't wait to gobble that down for one of today's meals.  The only problem is that there isn't enough of it.  But, we'll find something to jazz it up a bit so we have enough.  We don't eat by a table and haven't for all the years.  The fact that we didn't have kids probably had something to do with us eating only in front of the t.v.  If there would have been kids, we would have eaten around a kitchen table.  Anyway, we always did when we were kids, and I remember mom coming from the stove bringing the bowls of food and placing them in front of us to eat, of course, family style.

Now our world has a "to-go" mentality.  We eat on the go, we talk on the phone while we're on the go, and it seems we're all on the go.....going actually nowhere.  We flit and fly and land in the same place when darkness sets in.  Silly silly us.  But, isn't it fun to get in line at McDonald's drive-up window and order their creamy-dreamy ice cream cones or thick chocolate malts, to-go?  Man, we just love doing that once in awhile.  We order a cup of ice cream for the fuzzy one, and you oughta see her lap that up!   Then we drive off happy as three little pigs in mud.  Actually, I don't know if it is possible to eat an ice cream cone without smiling.  Maybe I oughta apply for a grant and do some research to find out for sure.  I could go on the road to all fast-food joints and observe how people react to eating ice cream cones.  Sounds like opportunity might be knocking!  (giggle)

We had some frozen raspberries in the freezer that a friend of mine gave to me, and yesterday I treated myself to a bowl of vanilla ice cream with raspberries and their juice.  Now, that was to die for.  But, I'm a lover of raspberries, no matter what form they come in.  My friend knows that, and so she takes some out of her freezer and brings them to me.  She's as sweet as the berries she raises.

Can't wait to get at the Sunday Paper crossword.  It's always bigger than the daily one, and a whole lot more difficult.  I'd like to meet the person who would know all of the answers.  I have to use my computer, and if I'm in a hurry I cheat and find the answers in the paper.  Once in awhile all it takes is that one word to give good clues to others.

Better scoot here.  Let's all think happy thoughts today and be nice to each other.  Till tomorrow, ta-ta.