I’ve been working in the yard/garden everyday for the last couple of weeks. Thankfully I have not burst into flames from being out in the sunlight I have also not tanned at all, it’s a long standing joke with my friends that my body rejects sunlight. So my neighbors have been tortured by my blindingly white legs while I work in the yard. Thankfully I’ve not seen anyone claw their eyes out yet.
During the past week I’ve been Pinteresting and experimenting. Which drives my stalker Husband crazy until he benefits from my experiments. Here is a usual conversation at the house:
Me, “I’m going to be in the (kitchen, sewing room, or outside) for a little while.”
Husband, “What you doing?”
Me, “I’m trying something I saw on Pinterest”
Husband, Groan followed by “oh dear lord.” sometimes he rolls his eyes for good measure.
Here is Saturdays extended conversation:
Husband, “So what are you doing in the kitchen?” he follows this by a huff.
Me, “I’m going to make this chicken enchilada dish.”
He sits up on the couch (lying down is the usual position) a smile spreads across his face. He is surrounded by a ray of light and angels harmonize in the back ground. Happiness has found its way to his evil heart.
Husband, “Is there anything I can do to help you? Do I need to get anything from the store?”
Me, “No I got this.” okay I really said, “no sweetie you just lie back, watch some t.v. and take a nap. I wouldn’t want you to ruin your day off. I might even mow the grass as you rest.”
Husband, “Okay.” he lies back down totally missing my sarcasm.
In his defense he did mow the grass later and mowed my dads.
So this is the chicken enchilada adventure.
I read the recipe and it seemed simple enough. I got out the old trusty crock pot. Put in a can of enchilada sauce with the chicken breast. Set cooker to cook on high for 4 hours. Off to the yard I went to weed and take pictures.
Four hours and several “is it done yets” from my husband I continue on with the recipe.
I add the onion and small can of chilies. Then shred the chicken. It is very soupy. Pinterest link did not say anything about it being so soupy and I thought all the liquid would cause problems as I put the chicken in the tortillas. So I decided to strain the chicken. Seems pouring something from the crock pot into a strainer is not a good idea. Half my chicken went into sink.
Here began my moral dilemma. Husband had left to go get gas for lawn mower so I was alone. This is what took place in my mind: I can scoop this out of the sink put it back in with rest of the meat, finish cooking the meal and tell Husband I’m not hungry when it’s time to eat. Letting him eat all by himself. That way he would never have to know I dumped half food in sink thus I would not have to listen to him laugh at me rest of day. The little devil on my shoulder said do it. The little devil on my other shoulder was in agreement. But in the end I did the right thing. Trashed what fell in sink. Thankfully what was left in the crockpot was more than plenty to finish recipe.
Everything went smoothly after that and we had the BEST enchiladas EVER! I did have to listen to husband laughing and reminding me of my little mishap with the sink. In the end I regretted not listening to the little devils on my shoulders. Husband and I are both in agreement this dish will be made here at the crypt often. But with no straining off the liquid.
So ended another Pinteresting day in the life of Gotha Stewart.