ok, so that title is a little melodramatic, but man, it almost feels like it's true.
A little background:
~I spent the weekend flat on my back, wishing I was dead, with the worst sinus migraine ever. It started last Wednesday and just progressively got worse until I was reduced to a quivering mass of jello laying on the couch whimpering pathetically. It was so bad my hubby actually sat there and petted my head for a couple of hours (what a sweetie
).
~I'm trying to learn to cook. (Some of you know how funny that is...)
~We don't eat at the kitchen table because we don't usually eat in and if we do, we do it on TV trays in the living room. So, um, our kitchen table has become a "catch all" that I just don't pay that much attention to. (yes, that's embarassing to admit, but, hey, my hubby didn't marry me for my housekeeping skills )
~My couch (which I lay dying on all weekend) is about 3 feet from said kitchen table.
~My inlaws have a very large garden and everytime we see them, they give us a bunch of whatever they just harvested. We saw them approx 2 weeks ago.
So, (not so) fastforward to last night...
I'm sitting on the couch reading Pioneer Woman's blog hoping for some inspiration on the cooking front. You know, just arrowing through, post to post, when I come to the title: A Way to Eat Fresh Okra. OMG! (Which I yelled out, making the hubby look at me like I'd finally lost it.) I leap up to begin the search and promptly trip over my shoes. Now he's really staring at me, so I yell, "THE OKRA!" (complete with frantic hand gestures). I think he's starting to really worry at this point, so I clarify by saying, "The okra." and giving him that really earnest "you know" look. Which he responds to with a blank look and "the okra? what okra?" To which, I brilliantly reply, "why doesn't it smell. It should smell by now so I would have found it already." Now he just looks scared, so I decide explanations are worthless and just start searching...
So, to make a short story really long, I found the bag of moldy and rotting (but still not smelling) okra on one of the chairs under the kitchen table. OMG! How disgusting. But, I digress... I immediately took it out the trash and when I come back in, the hubby says, "Hey, I bet that's what was causing your headache!"
Yep, he's a smart man
And, yes, my head is feeling better today, so I think he was right.
PS~ If you don't know who Pioneer Woman is, check out her blog at http://thepioneerwoman.com/ . She's amazing and she did save my life afterall
A little background:
~I spent the weekend flat on my back, wishing I was dead, with the worst sinus migraine ever. It started last Wednesday and just progressively got worse until I was reduced to a quivering mass of jello laying on the couch whimpering pathetically. It was so bad my hubby actually sat there and petted my head for a couple of hours (what a sweetie
).~I'm trying to learn to cook. (Some of you know how funny that is...)
~We don't eat at the kitchen table because we don't usually eat in and if we do, we do it on TV trays in the living room. So, um, our kitchen table has become a "catch all" that I just don't pay that much attention to. (yes, that's embarassing to admit, but, hey, my hubby didn't marry me for my housekeeping skills
)~My couch (which I lay dying on all weekend) is about 3 feet from said kitchen table.
~My inlaws have a very large garden and everytime we see them, they give us a bunch of whatever they just harvested. We saw them approx 2 weeks ago.
So, (not so) fastforward to last night...
I'm sitting on the couch reading Pioneer Woman's blog hoping for some inspiration on the cooking front. You know, just arrowing through, post to post, when I come to the title: A Way to Eat Fresh Okra. OMG! (Which I yelled out, making the hubby look at me like I'd finally lost it.) I leap up to begin the search and promptly trip over my shoes. Now he's really staring at me, so I yell, "THE OKRA!" (complete with frantic hand gestures). I think he's starting to really worry at this point, so I clarify by saying, "The okra." and giving him that really earnest "you know" look. Which he responds to with a blank look and "the okra? what okra?" To which, I brilliantly reply, "why doesn't it smell. It should smell by now so I would have found it already." Now he just looks scared, so I decide explanations are worthless and just start searching...
So, to make a short story really long, I found the bag of moldy and rotting (but still not smelling) okra on one of the chairs under the kitchen table. OMG! How disgusting. But, I digress... I immediately took it out the trash and when I come back in, the hubby says, "Hey, I bet that's what was causing your headache!"
Yep, he's a smart man
And, yes, my head is feeling better today, so I think he was right.
PS~ If you don't know who Pioneer Woman is, check out her blog at http://thepioneerwoman.com/ . She's amazing and she did save my life afterall
