Wintertime Blues…

I’m not sure where this one is going, but I need to write or go to bed and it isn’t close to my bedtime.

I have always been pretty comfortable with a socket and ratchet or screwdriver in my hand, with or without a Chilton or Haynes manual for guidance.  If the situation allowed, power tools made it a little more enjoyable.  I know about motor oil, antifreeze, gear ratios, valve clearances and spark plug gaps.  I grew up with that stuff.

About five years ago I suddenly accepted the role of “chief cook and bottle washer” at the Patten house.  I am still not comfortable with measuring cups and spoons or knives and spatulas even with a Betty Crocker cookbook for guidance.  I don’t know about dice, chop, fold, blend, sauté or simmer but I’m learning.

If you look at the inside of my house and the inside of my garage you wouldn’t believe the first two paragraphs.  The inside of the house is far from spotless but it is usually presentable, the garage is almost always a cluttered mess.

The weather forecast and the new toy (Jeep) provided the incentive; I supplied the labor and I am happy to say I now have two out of three safely tucked away out of the elements.

garage (Small)


I am not confident it will stay this way but maybe I’ve changed.

I am learning to cook kind of like I learned to mechanic, trial and error.  I use some recipes but I don’t always understand them and I am allergic to some of the ingredients so I freelance a lot.  Sometimes that works sometimes not so good but living alone no one needs to know about the failures.

Last winter I found a recipe on Face book, imagine that, for an easy to make soup.  I liked it so I named it Face book soup and tucked the recipe away in my favorite recipe folder on the trusty computer.

The allergy thing I have is called Angioedema; it is a swelling normally of the tongue, lips or face. My first experience was about fifteen years ago; it was scary and probably even life threatening until through trial error and the Internet I figured out the triggers.

I am allergic to aspirin and some other medicines, foods high in salicylates, some food colors and a few other things.  I have kind of learned which ones to totally avoid and which ones to use in moderation, however the list continues to grow.  Through early recognition and a handful of Benadryl I now consider it a nuisance instead of the problem it once was.

Face book soup sounded good for a cold winter evening so I made some yesterday and enjoyed a couple bowls for dinner.  Sometime between midnight and daylight I kind of woke up and noticed one of the early indicators.  I opted to turn over and go back to sleep instead of getting up and taking the aforementioned Benadryl.  I never look good first thing in the morning or later in the day for that matter but I normally look better than this:

swell (Small)


By about nine I could drink some coffee and about ten I had room for the toothbrush and by noon it was almost back to normal.

I think I will change the name of that stuff to Face swell soup and take it out of the favorite recipe folder.

One kitchen thing, the coffee pot, has always been my responsibility.  Sharyl didn’t drink coffee; therefore she couldn’t or at least led me to believe she couldn’t make good coffee.  I now use one of those Keurig deals.  It makes great coffee but it had gotten so slow I didn’t get that first cup until almost noon; that’s an exaggeration, but it was real slow.

It was time for the dreaded vinegar bath.  I always thought vinegar was vinegar but there on the shelf beside the ordinary vinegar was this super stuff.  Cleaning Vinegar, for floors, sinks, toilets and coffee pots.



It performed as advertised; I think the thing brews faster than it did the day I got it.  There is a down side.  The instructions were to run two cycles of water to eliminate the vinegar taste and smell.  Five cycles of water and four cups of coffee later I can still taste the vinegar and I can smell it twenty feet away.

Can I be serious before I say good night?  I know; it’s my blog.

For a few weeks a couple questions have been on my mind:

Is it Okay if I feel Okay?

Is it Okay if I feel a little guilty because I feel Okay?

I think the correct answer to both questions is yes.

I am OK tonight so let’s pray for some sunshine and warm temperatures.

Good Night and God Bless.


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