Do any of you also have Aloe
plants growing in your backyard?
When you make a stupid
knucklehead move like I did, than you should!
Since here I sit with my left
thumb holding onto a decent size chunk of some that that Hubby kindly ran out to get
one from our yard to aide in relieving my writhing in agony! I am therefore
writing with one hand tonight, not an easy task/accomplishment!
To be fair I told Hubby to
put the cast-iron pan in the oven to finish up our dinner in a four hundred
degree oven for approximately fifteen more minutes. Hubby in his all non-Kosher
Catholic glory had us, his Jewish gal and himself both enjoying pork chops for
years and years and tonight he decided to bread them with egg and Panko (check
it out if you don’t already use it), our go-to breading decision for the
healthier minded concept for doing this sort of thing; that is when we don’t
just sauté them in lime juice and olive oil with a dash of garlic and dill…
Any-who, I asked Hubby if he
had seasoned the Panko, and he said no, so I thought once the chops were done
that I would make a nice sauce from the drippings along with white wine, lime
juice, dill and a bit of garlic powder, smidge of butter and thickened with a
sprinkle of all purpose flour.
Hubby removed the pan from
the oven using the oven mitt and put it atop the stove burner; he instinctively
put the mitt back in our basket used for that, and after the two chops were removed to a plate…What
was I thinking; it was clear that I was NOT thinking at all, since I grabbed
the handle to pour my separately prepared concoction into the pan!
The sensation of pain was
instantaneous and for someone like me who is used to pain daily this was no
fun! On a chart of 1-10, one being a minute tingle and ten being through the
roof ouching; I do believe this fell between an eight and a nine!
But I am tough and have been
burned stupidly before… a pack of matches in my hand and a nasty wind coming up
from no where!
That time I stuck my
blistering hand in a glass bowl brimming with ice water and cubes, oddly enough
it too was my left, since I am right handed and that stuck with me all these
years and that was back around 1975, if I recall.
I was walking ‘number one
son’ to his Montessori school in a private home in the neighborhood and
foolishly tried to light a cigarette with a cold wind at my back, damn that was
dumb! But then I was young, now I am just foolish, an old fool.
There were probably more
times over the years that it happened, but not that severely. PS when I took my
hand out of the ice water the pain was much, much worse and so I opted to keep
it in. Now we know that was not the best way to treat it, but somehow it healed
without scars, wild! And right now my left hand is allowing me to use it again
too tonight; the thumb was the worst and still is a bit tingly, but not too bad now.
Anyway, this was not as severe just a reddening of the skin, no blisters.
Perspective, at that time,
that was the worse pain I had ever felt, except for labor pains, of course.
Thinking is an important
thing to do especially whenever cooking which I used to love to do and it was
always quite rewarding and enjoyed by all who tasted what I made… another thing
I miss doing without second thoughts…
Moving on…
Today I had a very nice
experience with a friend/ mommy from my very long ago past… contacted me!
When we moved in to that
first owned home of ours that we lived in for six years, our townhouse condo we
had quite a lovely group of moms and kids to enjoy being in, with that commonality
of learning from one another; we were five gals with approximately two kids each
that would meet once a week so the children could play and we could chat at our
teas…We did this for New Year’s Eve too; the children would sleep in the bedrooms upstairs
as we partied downstairs at each others homes with Hubbies of course too, over the years, in walking
distance from each others homes it was great! Sharing and enjoying being
together with women that knew what you too were going through, even sharing the
children’s clothes they had outgrown.
And so when this woman that I
hadn’t seen or heard from since 1978 or there about, Gosh, it was wonderful!
We all moved out of our first
homes to different larger homes and she had had another son, three in all, and
they gave her six grand-babies, all quite adorable and dare I say they look like
their grandma!
She and her husband were the
opposite of us, she is an Italian Catholic and her husband is a Jew, and so we
had another commonality.
We had gone through so much
growing during those six years as anyone can well imagine… we had kept in touch
for a while but the distance and lifestyles had changed considerably. Her
husband was in the music industry in NYC, Arista records part of United
Artists, one of his many groups he had under contract was Led Zeppelin, true,
not name dropping and their kids would be wearing their rock group tees on any
given day and we had been invited to concerts way back then, but never did go…
Many of our neighbors went from domestic vehicles to Audis and BMWs etc. and
bigger and better homes from our starter home neighborhood.
Her husband had been ill on
and off all of his life; seriously, with many surgeries and so I was happy to
hear that he is still hanging in there! Hard to bring up that topic, but we
asked how everyone was doing and all our children faired very well with their
choices of careers.
And in spite of my TMI
spilling of trying to catch up with all her and my news for over thirty plus years,
she was so gracious and said that she was always available to talk. She had
taught as a Special Ed. teacher, first as a substitute and then retired last
year. They still lived in the neighborhood that they had moved to in New Jersey, but also
scaled down to a tinier home, twenty years ago, due to her husband’s ills.
She spends a lot of her time helping
out with her sons’ children, but I did notice she had gotten to Italy with some
lovely pics of the region; two of her sons live nearby her, and one is a state
away. Her two eldest were on either side in age as my number one and our
younger son and her younger one were a year apart too!
All in all it made for a nice
day!
On that upbeat note, allow me
to be the very first to wish all of you a very happy good night and ask you to
count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here
or be square, ya hear!