I found myself drawn to yet another article about Facebook yesterday. I’ve been feeling slightly punkish this week so have been reading more than writing. Those of us in our house, heretofore referred to as “the walking wounded”, seem to be suffering from the non-flu virus. I can’t even summon up enough energy to attract the real flu lately, just a watered down version of it. Tough month. Kind of a weird bug, or non-bug, as the case may be. Doesn’t make you full-on sick, just leaves you feeling like dough without active yeast, kind of flat and not very exciting.
At any rate, I digress, as I’m known to do. The article about Facebook was written to the narcissists well-touted for populating the site. To be honest, I don’t go on often, well if you asked my friends who are busy planting corn in imaginary gardens and fully documenting each moment of their days, in comparison, I’m never on. It’s not that I’m not a big fan, though if I dug deep I’m probably not, for me there just isn’t a draw. For my friends that have a new crop of carrots going, I apologize. I respect that each of us finds our joy in different places, so whatever works for one might not for another. Truthfully, I guess they could throw an ear of corn back at me and tell me that this blog is about me as well. More so, it’s about life in general but certainly it is about my life, so I have to own up to that. I do promise, however, not to post a picture of me with a pan in my hand on every post.
In the article it was referring to they were discussing those Facebook folks who are constantly updating their status, posting endless pictures of themselves, and use the words “I” and “me” constantly in their updates, as though the rest of the world is hanging on the precipice of their next writing. Our diva in residence has an account on there. It came with the diva package, we did not elect to have it. Endless pictures (after they’re approved) go up of Miss Diva smiling, Miss Diva frowning. I guess it’s the age. Kids truly flock to these sites and there certainly are side effects to actively participating. A friend of ours had a grown man call in the middle of the night who her granddaughter had been emailing on-line. It seemed he represented himself to the girl as a peer close to her in age, rather than a fifty-two year old man from New York. Our world is getting smaller.
I’ve been tinkering with Pinterest lately. It’s an interesting concept, for those of you who are on it or have visited it. Basically, for those that are not familiar with it, it’s like a giant bulletin board where you pin pictures and links of things you are interested in, or like, or wish for and other people can come along and repin your pins and like and follow you much as they do on blogs and other sites. Kind of interesting. I’ll include the link and you can stop by and say hello if you’re not planting a new crop.
It’s picture day at school today so we were running late, or one of us was. After some coercion I was talked into driving to the bus stop further down the road in order to allow time for that extra coat of mascara and curling of hair. Handing her toast and money for pictures we ran to the car and after driving like lunatics (she calls me a Ninja) we got to the bus stop just in time to see the bus pulling away. Ach.
I then got in line behind ten buses all waiting to turn and about fifteen other cars all trying to make a left onto the busy highway. By the time we got our turn I’d celebrated another birthday and my granddaughter had delivered her first child. Patience, as my mother is wont to say, is not my strong suit. After finally getting into the school and maneuvering back out I had to stop at Dutch Bros. for a much needed latte to put life back in perspective.
Having left the house in a hurry I forgot to let Mouse, our schizophrenic adopted cat, out for her morning prowl and species elimination run of the neighborhood. Mouse, who is perpetually on a diet as I’ve mentioned due to digestive issues, is not a safe bet to be allowed to roam freely in the house without human supervision. She’s liable to eat the drapes while you’re gone. Realizing my error when I pulled into the garage, I opened the door to the house slowly not liking to get bad news until I finish my coffee. Nothing. After searching the immediate area and not finding any signs of damage, I breathed a sigh of relief and setting my purse down headed towards the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal, and to pop a piece of the delicious raisin toast in the toaster that I picked up freshly baked yesterday on my 1000th trip to the grocery store this week. If this keeps ups they’re going to start charging me rent on my shopping cart.
On the counter, tail a wagging, was Miss Mouse guarding my lovely loaf of bread now well-gnawed and liberally coated with cat lick and fur, most probably already entering her digestive system including the missing plastic from the bag not immediately visible, but surely destined to show up later. Sigh. Sigh, sigh, sigh.
Last night I put the leftover chicken container in the dishwasher with the leftover chicken still in it. I believe I need a vacation. I know, me, me, me. This is rich and filling but they lapped it up. Hope you like it.
Visit me on Pinterest sometime at http://pinterest.com/susartandfood/. Have a great day!
Creamy Chicken and Mushrooms on Patty Shells
2 pkg. of Pepperidge Farm patty shells (or homemade if your prefer)
2 Tbsp. plus 1/3 cup butter, divided
1/2 large onion, chopped
10 mushrooms, cleaned, quartered and sliced
1 stalk celery, chopped
2 cups chicken broth
1 3/4 cups heavy cream
1/4 cup sour cream
1/4 tsp. garlic powder
Pinch of cayenne pepper
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. ground black pepper
2 1/2-3 cups of cooked, cubed chicken
1/8 cup sherry
Bake shells as directed. Set aside.
In medium skillet melt 2 Tbsp. butter. Sauce onions and celery for about 5 mins. until vegetables are tender. Add garlic and saute 1 min. longer. Set aside.
In large deep pan melt 1/3 cup butter. Slowly whisk in flour over medium heat stirring to blend well. Do not burn. Whisk in broth, cream, sour cream, garlic powder, cayenne pepper, salt, and black pepper. Stirring constantly, heat until mixture has thickened. Adjust seasoning as desired. If too thick, thin with a little milk. Add sherry, chicken and onion/vegetable mixture and cook until heated through.
Remove cap from pastry shells with fork. Place two empty shells on each plate and fill generously with creamed chicken. Top with cap.