I’m sitting here watching the White Queen on STARZ because I love these T&A filled revisionist history period pieces like the Borgias and the Tudors and what not, and because I am newly smitten with Rebecca Ferguson, who is just this incredibly gorgeous redhead with freckles and blue eyes and a soothing accent. Yes, NSA, I did google Rebecca+Ferguson+topless. Move over Ygritte, there’s a new lass in town.
At any rate, realized I was hungry, and searched the cupboards, and they were mostly bare. Lots of ingredients, but nothing quick. I haven’t done a full grocery recently- I shopped for the meal last night- so no bananas or almonds or basically anything to tide me over until tomorrow. Completely out of fresh fruit except for tomatoes.
So I delved into the deep dark recesses of the freezer, and found a bag of tater tots. I have no idea where they came from. I have not bought or eaten tater tots in two decades plus. I’m thinking one of my dogsitters may have left them a while back.
And I did what anyone of you would have done- I knocked the freezer burn off and threw them into the convection oven, thinking vinegar and ketchup will take care of any issues. But here is where it gets really good.
Proving that I am complete white trash, I didn’t change the aluminum foil from last night’s flank steak I broiled for fajitas. I flipped it over and threw the newly de-iced tater tots onto the other side of the foil, and convinced myself all the grease from last night will just add to the flavor, if any is left after the ketchup nd vinegar.
Long story short, I got the fire in the convection oven out and the smoke detectors are no longer going off, and it looks like there was no real damage to the oven, which is good, because it is a Breville and I love it. I’m now eating a heated up can of green beans and sliced garden tomatoes and calling it quits.
And poor Rosie is in so much pain, hobbling around the house, that it is breaking my heart. Harry, our vet, was here last night and thinks she may have a hot spot, but I think it is arthritis or a tumor, but neither of us know because when we try to investigate, she turns back into Snarls Barkley and growls and gets pissy. I’m taking her in tomorrow to be sedated and investigated (the only way we can do it), and I just hope we can fix her. Her eyes (and JRT owners understand how smart these guys are and how they talk with their eyes) re just so sad, and I had to carry her outside to potty and poop a couple times because walking hurts her. It’s killing me.