No! It is not a strange new recipe featuring feet, pasta, and Turkey Bacon! Nor a tale about a new fad for kids who wrap their feet in Turkey Bacon instead of socks and fill their pockets with cooked pasta!!
It was a cool way to mix the two tales herein into an interesting sounding title since the stories themselves are rather dull.
So, last night (yay! Whistles! Applause!) marked the start of my Memorial Day time with the kids. I have them through Monday at 6PM. Last night after Danielle arrived home we headed over to her Mom's to get Scott and their things for the weekend.
Scott, who had gone on the Mackinac Island trip, had stayed home. Evidently (again I am shocked at the difference between should nowadays and School when I was going) the students who had gone and were so over-tired, sore, listless, had been told they could stay home from school on Thursday if they wanted to.
Can't you envision hoards of students, Scott at the forefront leading the charge, yelling "No! No! An extra day off from school! No way! Let us in those hallowed halls of learning! We must attend! WE MUST ATTEND!!!"
Correct, I could not envision it either and so Scott did stay home!
SO, now onto the Turkey Bacon and Pasta part? No! Not yet! What about the foot??
Scott was very listless and tired but was soon ready to go as was his sister, the three of us zipped off to Forest Hills Foods and picked up needed supplies. We went back to my house, and I began dinner creation. Scott and Danielle had opted to have pasta, and Chris Turkey Bacon and Egg sandwiches (on toast). So, I got the pound of Turkey Bacon cooking and the water for the pasta going and then proceeded to feed the three kids and began work on my dinner (The foot??!!??) which was an Egg Beaters omelet with Turkey Bacon and melted Swiss on top.
We ate, I cleaned up, and then Chris, Danielle and I watched the Iron Chef, where the secret ingredient was Big Eye Tuna with each fish weighing in at over 100 pounds. D and I played some cards (go fish and then began watching an episode of Monk and Scott arrived.
YES! Now the Scott's foot part of our story! Scott complained the bandaid he had put on a cut (he took a tumble on a bike ride around the island while on the aforementioned class trip) and had just put a bandaid over the dirty cut. So, not it's all red, oozing, and infected. Scott just wanted another bandaid, Dad had a different plan.
After the obligatory remarks about you have to clean a cut, etc, etc, etc, I got cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide solution and cleaned the cut well, Scott bore the pain and made only strange animal like noises which delighted his sister. Then we let the cut air our for about half an hour, applied neosporin and a large bandage. We then watched another Monk and it was time for bed for the three of us at 11 since I had to work Friday.
It was a cool way to mix the two tales herein into an interesting sounding title since the stories themselves are rather dull.
So, last night (yay! Whistles! Applause!) marked the start of my Memorial Day time with the kids. I have them through Monday at 6PM. Last night after Danielle arrived home we headed over to her Mom's to get Scott and their things for the weekend.
Scott, who had gone on the Mackinac Island trip, had stayed home. Evidently (again I am shocked at the difference between should nowadays and School when I was going) the students who had gone and were so over-tired, sore, listless, had been told they could stay home from school on Thursday if they wanted to.
Can't you envision hoards of students, Scott at the forefront leading the charge, yelling "No! No! An extra day off from school! No way! Let us in those hallowed halls of learning! We must attend! WE MUST ATTEND!!!"
Correct, I could not envision it either and so Scott did stay home!
SO, now onto the Turkey Bacon and Pasta part? No! Not yet! What about the foot??
Scott was very listless and tired but was soon ready to go as was his sister, the three of us zipped off to Forest Hills Foods and picked up needed supplies. We went back to my house, and I began dinner creation. Scott and Danielle had opted to have pasta, and Chris Turkey Bacon and Egg sandwiches (on toast). So, I got the pound of Turkey Bacon cooking and the water for the pasta going and then proceeded to feed the three kids and began work on my dinner (The foot??!!??) which was an Egg Beaters omelet with Turkey Bacon and melted Swiss on top.
We ate, I cleaned up, and then Chris, Danielle and I watched the Iron Chef, where the secret ingredient was Big Eye Tuna with each fish weighing in at over 100 pounds. D and I played some cards (go fish and then began watching an episode of Monk and Scott arrived.
YES! Now the Scott's foot part of our story! Scott complained the bandaid he had put on a cut (he took a tumble on a bike ride around the island while on the aforementioned class trip) and had just put a bandaid over the dirty cut. So, not it's all red, oozing, and infected. Scott just wanted another bandaid, Dad had a different plan.
After the obligatory remarks about you have to clean a cut, etc, etc, etc, I got cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide solution and cleaned the cut well, Scott bore the pain and made only strange animal like noises which delighted his sister. Then we let the cut air our for about half an hour, applied neosporin and a large bandage. We then watched another Monk and it was time for bed for the three of us at 11 since I had to work Friday.
2 comments:
I saw that episode of "Iron Chef" and lusted greatly for a slab of tuna! The dollar value of the ingredients used on that show is insane!
- David
Yes, indeed! I often drool and slaver over the items used on this show!
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