best leftovers in the universe Glory Be
The best leftovers in the universe were made by my mother Barbara. She may have made me loose my mind a couple of times over this weekend, but she sure can cook. There really is nothing like her cooking. If New Jersey had a down home style, this would be it. She can cook a ham that takes hours and make it look like the blink of an eye. She can create a breakfast casserole dish with her mind and I bet you had no idea there was such a thing. She looks like it's killing her when food isn't treated with proper respect, being fried and slathered in butter or cooked up snuggling with some mayo or bacon. Lots of times it's not a real Manville/Miller meal until there is a choice of 3 different meats. If there isn't a pan of baked ziti on the side well then it just plain aint a holiday that day. And if you don't hear my father complain about the temperature or the salt content, which he does for kicks to hear her shout, then that means he is asleep. So I got my little injection of NJ right here in Massachusetts. It was cute, it was tiresome, but man it was delicious.
I woke up from my nap, that I absolutely HAD to take since I've been sleeping on the couch or my daughters bunk bed that she takes up the most room of. I was so hungry, but I was so tired I wanted to stay in bed. That's until I realized I had leftovers. Sweet Sweet leftovers. I knew what was awaiting me. There is more food in my fridge right now than there ever was since it's existence last November. That poor brand new fridge had no idea it would be busting out with so much fat, so much sugar. OOOOO weee! There is a reason I ignored my the fridge at home when I was growing up! I would have been beastly and more overweight as most of my family and I would have cholesterol problems sooner than I will.
I gathered up all of my energy and ran to the bounty. I pulled out 2 pieces of pecan chicken and a whole bunch of what my mother refers to as "onion potatoes" which consists of red potatoes baked with lipton soup mix. (thanks to sister in law Lynn who gave her the recipe) I put them all in a skillet and heated it up. While that was cooking I cut the corn off two cobs and put it in the microwave. I can't stand biting things off of the cob, and don't you worry your pretty little head I get made fun of every single time I do it. You see, it's not white trash proper if it don't have lipton soup mix in it someplace, right grandma? She used to put it in her meatloaf and her roasts, god may she rest in peace. I bet she would have loved those potatoes. (though I've decided it's also white trash proper if it has a box of instant pudding or a cake mixed used in an odd way too, after many years of research). After all of it was heated up I poured myself a diet coke and grabbed the iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts I forgot to drink the night before. I poured that coke into some nicely sized ice cubes from a bag, you know the ones. Just the right pleasing size and shape, little holes in the middle just like I like it. That meal made me believe in heaven right there. It really did. And so did the Breyers ice cream dessert with chocolate sundae syrup on top.
I am a sensualist people. This is the way to live. If you haven't lived, you haven't lived goddamn it. Please find what pleases you, even if it's small iced cubes in your coke, and do something. And pour a little out for me sisters and brothers. Amen.
I woke up from my nap, that I absolutely HAD to take since I've been sleeping on the couch or my daughters bunk bed that she takes up the most room of. I was so hungry, but I was so tired I wanted to stay in bed. That's until I realized I had leftovers. Sweet Sweet leftovers. I knew what was awaiting me. There is more food in my fridge right now than there ever was since it's existence last November. That poor brand new fridge had no idea it would be busting out with so much fat, so much sugar. OOOOO weee! There is a reason I ignored my the fridge at home when I was growing up! I would have been beastly and more overweight as most of my family and I would have cholesterol problems sooner than I will.
I gathered up all of my energy and ran to the bounty. I pulled out 2 pieces of pecan chicken and a whole bunch of what my mother refers to as "onion potatoes" which consists of red potatoes baked with lipton soup mix. (thanks to sister in law Lynn who gave her the recipe) I put them all in a skillet and heated it up. While that was cooking I cut the corn off two cobs and put it in the microwave. I can't stand biting things off of the cob, and don't you worry your pretty little head I get made fun of every single time I do it. You see, it's not white trash proper if it don't have lipton soup mix in it someplace, right grandma? She used to put it in her meatloaf and her roasts, god may she rest in peace. I bet she would have loved those potatoes. (though I've decided it's also white trash proper if it has a box of instant pudding or a cake mixed used in an odd way too, after many years of research). After all of it was heated up I poured myself a diet coke and grabbed the iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts I forgot to drink the night before. I poured that coke into some nicely sized ice cubes from a bag, you know the ones. Just the right pleasing size and shape, little holes in the middle just like I like it. That meal made me believe in heaven right there. It really did. And so did the Breyers ice cream dessert with chocolate sundae syrup on top.
I am a sensualist people. This is the way to live. If you haven't lived, you haven't lived goddamn it. Please find what pleases you, even if it's small iced cubes in your coke, and do something. And pour a little out for me sisters and brothers. Amen.