How many days wearing the same clothes is too many, because I'm entering day 3 now and I'm starting to think that's pushing the limit. I'm not depressed again - I just don't care that much this week. I'm hanging out with an 8 month old all day who likes my sweatshirt because she can chew on the cords while I carry her around. Bonus. In a perhaps not so covert mission to encourage me to hit the shower, my wonderful husband took all three kids out for a few hours to give me some time to "just hang out" (and cook dinner), and I had all these wonderful aspirations of running, showering, finally putting away the laundry that's been sitting on the couch since Monday, and yet...no.
Instead I think I'll turn on 'Jaws' for the 8 millionth time in my life for some background scenery, while I tool around on my laptop. There's so many productive things I could be doing right now, but muted Jaws it is. I'm sticking it to The Man.
I really am going to cook dinner later though, and so I think I'll share with you one of our favorite 'tried and true' meals: Corn Chowder. And I promise, the morning after eating this meal, you will have the most enjoyable bowel movement of your life - smooth like chocolate soft serve. Now, with that in mind, here's the recipe. It's easy, like the poop.
1 bag frozen corn
1 large potato (cubed) I don't peel
1 yellow onion (chopped)
1 can chicken broth (or a couple of bullion cubes)
1 cup milk (we use skim)
1/3 cup cheddar cheese
1 T flour (or more if you like a thicker soup)
S&P to taste
Bacon to garnish
Chop up your onion and let it sizzle for a minute with some Pam in a Dutch Oven over med heat. Before it gets browned, add the chicken broth and potato. Let it simmer, covered, 10 mins. Add most of the bag of corn (enough so that it is all mostly submerged in the broth), and let it simmer uncovered for 10 mins more. Meanwhile, nuke the bacon (we use turkey bacon).
Mix the milk, flour, S&P together with a fork & pour into the dutch oven. Let the soup thicken for a couple of minutes, and then add the cheese. Once it melts, you're done. Crumble some bacon on top and dream of regularity.
Excuse me while I hop in the shower before Lennie gets home - I really do smell.
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9 comments:
OMG.
Jaws.
Greatest. Movie. Of all. Time.
I've seen it 768 times, not including watching the last hour I watched of it on Monday night.
We may be soulmates.
I know we're both married, but I can do this.
I can do anything. I'm the chief of police.
See what I did there?
Of course you did.
I love your blog. It's nice knowing I'm not the only one who feels and does the same thing.
And yes.... I am on day 3 of same clothes too so don't feel guilty. I even wore my jammie top under my coat when dropping off my daughter at school.
I've never understood corn poop. Like, how is corn nutritious if it just comes right out the other end?
So glad I am not the only one! You get to those days where you just feel, blah. I had to take a few out for myself last night and actually shave my legs for a change. Love the blog. Makes me laugh on a regualar basis! :)
What's better than corn poop? Your blog. :) Love your posts.
Listen, now that I'm not working I can soooo relate. And then, add on a fever of 102 and you'd see me in the same ratty ass flare jeans and my hubs white thermal shirt for day 3 today. I SWEAR. I did shower yesterday and I did wash my hair today, but shit, I smelled. And my husband said between being dirty and wearing his shirt it was the biggest turn on. Fever and all. What the HELL is wrong with men? My GOD???!!!
I'm actually reading your blog and taking a poop. Thank god for wireless!
Hilarious!!! Easy, just like the poop! hahahahahaha!!! My hubby uses a much less subtle method, he simply begins to compare me to the dog who has the most VILE breath that even having him in the same air spase is revolting.
I finally made this tonight for dinner. It was very, very yummy! Thanks for the easy peasy recipe for when I am in a pinch to make something good and quick.
Oh, and uh, I am looking forward to tomorrow's poop.
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