Back to the Future: A Digression 11/10/09

And For Dinner Tonight... roll out the drum 'ahh sticks...

I know, what is this Lazy Boy doing? Writing about nothing he knows nothing about? Well, I know less than I thought. And that has moved me to digress, leave the past and river and move into the present and the kitchen. Is that back to the future? Took me a long time to understand that phrase. Perhaps back to reality? Now how fun could that be? Not at all I suspect. But friends tell me that I shouldn't take risks. Well, I concur. Risks should be calculated isn't that so? No, no not me. I'm neither shrewd nor foxy. And I'm about to prove I'm about as gray as they come, no color you see. Or should I say I see, eye being color blind? Aye says I. How come it's only men and not women who are color challenged? Women always got a leg up. That hardly seems fair. Well, someone said once, "who said life is fair?" And I say yes, who said that? Got no clue. Perhaps it was "anonymous". He or she gets credited with many of my favorite phrases (and compliments), even gets credit for some things he/she didn't say to begin with, because people are too lazy to search let alone research. Yup, I've heard those kind of quotes even recently. See once in awhile something is just so inspiring I can't get it out of my mind, although it may seem like I'm just out of my mind.

Soo, I am "fortunate" to know a local kook in our community that has a section on food on her blog. Her name is Shell Deerden and I am usually quite inspired by her recipes, but not all ways. I was particularly sparked by a turkey sandwich with apple spears and pretzels she prepared on a lark one day a long time ago. So this one I definitely had to try. Oh my! This was some seriously good turkey. Even the houseguest that happened to join me for supper tonight asked, "what is this chicken??" Silly rabbit, no it's turkey. She couldn't believe the flavor. Neither could we? Oui! All the way home.

Good ol' Marie Callender's turkey pot pies. Hold your horses, please. WhoWhoaWhoa! Just so you three people don't get the impression that I'm a chef-effin dodo, that I've got it all together, that I make well thought out plans, wonderful impressive meals every evening (and why would you?)... so let me introduce to you, the act you've known for all these years... real life.

Again, this post was inspired by this friend who commented, "I wish I had the time and energy to be a kook like you." Hard for her to find time to be a kook, working, volunteering, facilitating groups, dinner with friends, a house full of people, only one computer, and a bath and a half. Oh dear innocent friend, no. Keep in mind, it is Fall, not really summer at all, but a blog fog, not the time for pic-nits, but the season that makes me feel less like cooking. Nearly always distracted and getting lazier. The meals I've been eating do not take long to make. I can usually read only the headlines while waiting for the waiter. I ignore thinking all day and then finally get to visualizing about eating around an hour before supper. It's about not planning ahead and not knowing what you're going to make or having the ingredients on hand, that's all. And if I'm at home and no where near a Country Kitchen or a fast food, well being Fall, it's time to punt and search the freezer.

But, not every day. Not today. It was a Tuesday day in November, it said on my Callender's box. Busy busy busy. Today, I get a little help from my new friend Marie. I'm not even adding a salad or any extra veggies to go with it. Who'll have time for that? It's this and a glass of milk, oh and a surprise you'll have to wait four. If you're still hungry after.... you make something yourself, yes you will I demand. You still have...witch you WILL eat...stale Halloween candy left, right?? Wrong! Boo!
Thought this photo deserved a special effect. After all this isn't Swanson's or Birds Eye pie. Oh my. No. This is Marie Callender's pie. Note the succulent fingered ridges around the edge. Put there by Marie herself, not I, no doubt.
Hot and brown pies. Reminds me of summer, which I will get back to after I rid myself of this diversion. Pretty peacock plates with matching forks. Who could ask for anything more? That was my question too.
No, that is not what it looks like. It's a turkey pot pie out of the cardboard pot, spread around, so it cools off. Counter intuitive, I know.
Add a couple pieces of toast and you've got something to fill you up. Yeah, Barbara was feeling creative and suggested adding toast with butter. Yum, well I jumped right on that one, I'm no fool. Supper with toast and Marie and a glass of doodooshaboo? Well, I think I've spent my time on such things. Maybe I'll do some work for a change and get back to where I once belonged and reflect on my favorite seasoning, summertime when the living was easier. Sigh.