Jewells of Thought

Do you ever go to bed knowing you are going to have a wonderful breakfast? Last night I saved a portion of a nice sausage, pepperoni and green olive Calzone specifically for this morning.

When I opened up the fridge this morning I was absolutely devastated at finding nothing in the bottom drawer. That’s when things got hazy… did I put it up? Did I even put my initials on it? I couldn’t remember any of those things from the night before.

All I could remember was barely remembering to put the meat in the oven for dinner today. Being unsure of my last article for the night, or trying to finish de-threading a piece of Aida cloth for future pieces and the one thing that generally unties me… texting with my boyfriend. Plus he wanted me to stay up late and I already felt zapped and fried by 10 pm.

So come to find out Mom had told James he had food with his name on it. So of course his logical idea is just go ahead and eat all the food whether his name is on it or not. I was pretty irritated. Especially when I knew I brought it home and Mom knew it was mine. Sometimes it just really gets under my skin that he doesn’t care to find out whose food it really is when he knew it wasn’t his.

I was just so stressed out and purposely told Bryan I wasn’t only to have this happen. When I don’t get something out for dinner it’s like the world is ending around here. I am literally the head chef in this house; it gets tiresome. Then when all I want is the breakfast I was dreaming about it’s gone. I try to make what everyone wants and that means not trying things I want to make for fun one way or another. The meat in the oven last night that I almost forgot about I banged on yesterday for dinnertime, but it wasn’t tender enough.

One night on warm and in my Grandma Rosie’s old cast iron skillet and with my Green Verde Salsa until noon today came out as tender and juicy and amazingly aromatic. Even Dad tried it he was the one I was most unsure about, but he knows the magic that skillet has and he took the meat only as tender as it was and ate two helpings.

I created a taco with my meat and it was absolutely divine, goodness on the tortilla shell. After two wonderful tacos I decided it finally made up for the Calzone Fiasco. My two favorite food groups are Italian almost anything related to pizza and American-Mexican food.

So when someone messes with my food it’s personal… by the way if I am bad the brother that ate my food is much worse with his food. I have actually given him more than he deserves when it comes to food because I have to leave one ingredient out when he’s eating my Taco or Mexican food. He knows I am the Queen of making nachos around here even with leaving out his beans. Everyone else will eat them but him and he throws tantrums and forces me to make him a separate batch.

Maybe I try too hard to make what everyone else wants? This is the first time I used my Green Verde Sauce because I wasn’t sure who would actually try it, besides me and my Mom. I am so glad we made this batch though it was awesome for dinner today.