Don’t cha love those mornings when you wake up to phrases like:
” Mommy, I’m suppose to have 36 cookies for the class party today”.
Or
“Mom, I wrote the outline to my term paper on the back of your grocery list. I can’t find it anywhere and it’s due 4th period.”
Or sometimes it’s: “You mean you didn’t get my band uniform dry cleaned? We’re marching at half time this afternoon!”
My morning began with, ”You remembered it’s the office pot luck today didn't you?” Me? Remember? Am I not over 60? Was I ever told what he signed up to take? Have I not been entertaining Mickey Mouse and his relatives for the past 5 days? Me? Remember? HA!
“What are you signed up for?”
“I’ll just take a bag of rolls or store bought cookies!”
What are you signed up for?”
“I haven’t looked at the list lately.”
“What are you signed up for?”
“How about I call you when I get to work and let you know?”
This has happened a few times so I know the drill: I get dressed, sans the morning shower I had relished, hair flying this way and that, minimum makeup (just enough not to scare myself when I look in the rear view mirror) jump in the car and head to a market and await his phone call on my cell with news of what is ‘not’ on the list….. for I know all too well that he hasn’t signed up for anything.
( Now at this point some of you may be asking why a person who has previously been assigned food storage and preparedness would not have a plethora of items handy from which to make almost anything in Betty Crocker’s cook book. A) I don’t have Betty’s book and, B) see the post that refers to entertaining Mickey and his friends.. I’m not setting foot in my basement for at least 24 hours.. (the basement being where the food storage resides.. along with any surviving members of the squeaky party attendees).
45 minutes goes by.. It takes the breadwinner 15 minutes tops to get to his office.. so I make a phone call.
“Stuck in traffic?” I ask pleasantly when I hear “ oh , umm yeah..” on the answering end.
“No, actually I’m uh…”
“Giving PCR to and accident victim you came upon?”
“Not exactly, I was…”
“Helping put out the fire at your office building?...”
“Mmmm, no. Things are fine here, I just had to…”
“Sew your arms back on before you could make a phone call?”
“Want to hear the list?”
“Can’t wait!”
The list turns out to be almost all salads. There goes my 7 layer Salad idea. “Are there still 5 men on your staff”? ( the other 12 being women thus the abundance of salads).
“Yep”.
This time I’m prepared. As I mentioned, this has happened a time or two and I’ve learned to grab a cook book as I go out the door. I assure the executive the other end that everything is under control and zip into the market where I eventually depart with what is needed to make Cranberry Barbecue Meatballs. Such a surprisingly simple and yummy dish/appetizer/ pot luck recipe I just had to share it. .. plus I discovered a clearance on cranberry sauce at the Albertson’s between College and Mason I figured why not! (For one thing, I was relieved to even find cranberry sauce this time of year. Shockingly it’s $1.79-$.199 a can.. EXCEPT the Albertson brand that is being cleared out right now at 69 cents a can! Yahoo…. Top shelf, canned fruit section.
Here’s the easy, breezy recipe: right form the pages of Better Homes and Garden “New” Cookbook, which was recently on sale at Sam’s for just over 10 buckeroos!
Cranberry Barbecue Meatballs
Prep time: 15 minutes Cook time: 10 minutes (allow 40 minutes cook time for meat balls if they are frozen or use microwave if you’re in a hurry…. like I was by the time I got home!)
Makes 64 meatballs
2- 16 ounces pkgs frozen cooked meatballs, thawed
1 16 ounce can cranberry sauce
1 cup barbecue sauce ( any flavor )
In a large saucepan combined thawed meatballs, cranberry sauce and barbecue sauce. Heat to just boiling; reduce heat. Simmer uncovered for 10 to 15 minutes or until heated through, stirring mixture occasionally.
Pour prepared mixture into the favorite soup pot your husband bought for you in Old Town, San Diego and beg him not to let it get broken. Kiss him good bye and tell him to have a wonderful office pot luck. Collapse in a chair and eat the four meat balls you snuck out for yourself.
” Mommy, I’m suppose to have 36 cookies for the class party today”.
Or
“Mom, I wrote the outline to my term paper on the back of your grocery list. I can’t find it anywhere and it’s due 4th period.”
Or sometimes it’s: “You mean you didn’t get my band uniform dry cleaned? We’re marching at half time this afternoon!”
My morning began with, ”You remembered it’s the office pot luck today didn't you?” Me? Remember? Am I not over 60? Was I ever told what he signed up to take? Have I not been entertaining Mickey Mouse and his relatives for the past 5 days? Me? Remember? HA!
“What are you signed up for?”
“I’ll just take a bag of rolls or store bought cookies!”
What are you signed up for?”
“I haven’t looked at the list lately.”
“What are you signed up for?”
“How about I call you when I get to work and let you know?”
This has happened a few times so I know the drill: I get dressed, sans the morning shower I had relished, hair flying this way and that, minimum makeup (just enough not to scare myself when I look in the rear view mirror) jump in the car and head to a market and await his phone call on my cell with news of what is ‘not’ on the list….. for I know all too well that he hasn’t signed up for anything.
( Now at this point some of you may be asking why a person who has previously been assigned food storage and preparedness would not have a plethora of items handy from which to make almost anything in Betty Crocker’s cook book. A) I don’t have Betty’s book and, B) see the post that refers to entertaining Mickey and his friends.. I’m not setting foot in my basement for at least 24 hours.. (the basement being where the food storage resides.. along with any surviving members of the squeaky party attendees).
45 minutes goes by.. It takes the breadwinner 15 minutes tops to get to his office.. so I make a phone call.
“Stuck in traffic?” I ask pleasantly when I hear “ oh , umm yeah..” on the answering end.
“No, actually I’m uh…”
“Giving PCR to and accident victim you came upon?”
“Not exactly, I was…”
“Helping put out the fire at your office building?...”
“Mmmm, no. Things are fine here, I just had to…”
“Sew your arms back on before you could make a phone call?”
“Want to hear the list?”
“Can’t wait!”
The list turns out to be almost all salads. There goes my 7 layer Salad idea. “Are there still 5 men on your staff”? ( the other 12 being women thus the abundance of salads).
“Yep”.
This time I’m prepared. As I mentioned, this has happened a time or two and I’ve learned to grab a cook book as I go out the door. I assure the executive the other end that everything is under control and zip into the market where I eventually depart with what is needed to make Cranberry Barbecue Meatballs. Such a surprisingly simple and yummy dish/appetizer/ pot luck recipe I just had to share it. .. plus I discovered a clearance on cranberry sauce at the Albertson’s between College and Mason I figured why not! (For one thing, I was relieved to even find cranberry sauce this time of year. Shockingly it’s $1.79-$.199 a can.. EXCEPT the Albertson brand that is being cleared out right now at 69 cents a can! Yahoo…. Top shelf, canned fruit section.
Here’s the easy, breezy recipe: right form the pages of Better Homes and Garden “New” Cookbook, which was recently on sale at Sam’s for just over 10 buckeroos!
Cranberry Barbecue Meatballs
Prep time: 15 minutes Cook time: 10 minutes (allow 40 minutes cook time for meat balls if they are frozen or use microwave if you’re in a hurry…. like I was by the time I got home!)
Makes 64 meatballs
2- 16 ounces pkgs frozen cooked meatballs, thawed
1 16 ounce can cranberry sauce
1 cup barbecue sauce ( any flavor )
In a large saucepan combined thawed meatballs, cranberry sauce and barbecue sauce. Heat to just boiling; reduce heat. Simmer uncovered for 10 to 15 minutes or until heated through, stirring mixture occasionally.
Pour prepared mixture into the favorite soup pot your husband bought for you in Old Town, San Diego and beg him not to let it get broken. Kiss him good bye and tell him to have a wonderful office pot luck. Collapse in a chair and eat the four meat balls you snuck out for yourself.
5 comments:
FOOD!
Hey there Shary! You are so clever in your storytelling. Sadly this is a very familiar experience for me, although you handle it much better. Jeff just ends up going to Walmart and buying the first thing he finds.
Hey, Jaimee! How fun to see you here.. hope you'll visit often (in fact I hope I'll post more often .. ya never do know... ) I think it's sort of an adventure to send a husband to the store One never knows what one will get in return.. I bet OG could make a game that would fit such occasions.. afterall, she's an "Occasional" Genius! Hi to all your crew..
And it was a hit, I have no doubt. R. and I rolled with laughter when we read this one.
Love you!
E.
what is PCR?
Polite Conversation Relay?
Petty Car Rhymes?
Pickled Carrot Relish?
I need to know.
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