Calling for Help

There’s no way I was going to do anything useful today. I’d had three very busy days in a row and it was time to sit back and veg out.

Cuz came over and caught me napping. I’d had a good night’s sleep but the rainy dreary day must’ve been ideal for sleeping. I’d conked out, thoroughly. I woke up when she came in, though, and we had a good visit. She chided me for not getting in bed but it was made up and I was loathe to mess it up. One of these days, I’m going to get a recliner so I can nap in comfort if I see fit to nap at all. I rarely feel the urge to sleep in the daytime but when I do…There’s one on Amazon that looks like just the ticket. It’s only $1600 but it’s heated and has massage.

After Cuz left, I got to thinking about that heavy bag of peppers she’d brought over on Thursday. I’d hung them on the door in the cool room/pantry. As much as I hated to stir from my warm nest, I got up and took the peppers into the kitchen.

While I prepared peppers, I cooked rice. There was enough in the house for one and a half recipes. I didn’t want to have to go out to the freezer to get more so that would have to do. However, I didn’t want to use the nice whole cashews for gravy so I had to go to the freezer, anyway, and get the pieces I’d bought at the university supermarket on Friday. I sauteed some onion and opened a jar of mushrooms.

I blanched all of the peppers. I don’t know how many there were but I ended up with thirty halves to fill. Besides two I put in the fridge, I chopped the rest and mixed them with the filling.

After I had all of the filled halves in a roasting pan (I had to do them in a layer and a half), I called Cuz’ house phone to ask her to carry the pan to the freezer for me. I could see me trying to do it and dodge Catz on the way. It was pretty heavy and I didn’t want to chance it. The call went to voice mail. I called her cell phone and left the message, “I can’t get you on either of your phones. What if I’d fallen and couldn’t get up?”

As soon as I hung up, there was Cuz looking alarmed. She had been eating supper when the phone rang but she couldn’t get to it quickly enough. It had already gone to voicemail. “What’s wrong?” Nothing. I just needed this pan taken to the freezer. “YOU NEVER CALL! I thought something had happened to you.” I apologized for taking her away from her supper and asked if she had listened to my message. No. She had come straight over when she saw the call was from me. She took the pan and left.

Later, she came back and said she didn’t wonder why I had her take it out. She had to rearrange to get it in the freezer and close the lid. Tomorrow, I’ll have to retrieve them and put them in bags to store for when the snow flies. That makes 39 halves, total. Some of them are so small, it will take two halves to make a serving. Now, as long as the power stays on, I’ll be well fed.

It was 5 o’clock before I was able to get to my second meal of the day. I warmed up all of the eggplant and rice left from Friday’s supper but could only eat half. The rest is in the fridge for another time. It cost a total of $8.19 and I added a dollar tip which probably should have been more like a dollar and a half. It averages out to roughly $3 a meal which isn’t bad at all.

Well, it was my plan to take a bath before bed but I think I’ll revise that to a shower in the morning. I’m tired.

6 Responses to Calling for Help

  1. Lila November 2, 2015 at 7:58 am #

    When you come to visit, you can bring some of those peppers along!

    • Tommie November 3, 2015 at 8:34 am #

      Or you can come here and eat them!

  2. Mary Jane November 3, 2015 at 7:37 am #

    All those peppers will come in handy! I remember eating stuffed peppers with you and your in-laws one day years ago.

    • Tommie November 3, 2015 at 8:34 am #

      Was that the time your husband was disappointed because we didn’t have “blackberry pie and huckleberry pudding”?

  3. Mary Jane November 3, 2015 at 8:44 pm #

    I don’t remember that!

    • Tommie November 3, 2015 at 9:17 pm #

      That’s what my father-in-law called any kind of dessert. When he said, “Doll, is there any blackberry pie and huckleberry pudding?” and she said yes, there was disappointment when it turned out to be something else. I don’t remember what we had but it wasn’t what was expected by someone not in the know.

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