Cooking Cranky Style part II

Cooking Cranky Style part II

The world needs a book of Cranky recipes.  Meals that are quick, easy, need no special ingredients and are tasty.  Food that is not special, but that anyone can make. Simple stuff that can be whipped together without extensive shopping, planning and measuring.  Meals that are easy clean ups.

Grilled Cheese-Like-Product Sandwich Cranky Style

 



This is the second recipe of a work in progress “The Cranky Cook Book”.

Ingredients:

Two slices of rye bread (can you substitute another bread if you want? NO!)

Velveeta a cheese-like-product (no one really knows what this cheese-like product is, but it MUST be Velveeta from a brick, not presliced.  (Can you substitute with real cheese?  NO!)

Butter – one glob plus one pat

Bacon – Three slices

Tomato - one

Fry three slices of bacon till crispy

Layer ¼ inch of Velveeta on each slice of rye bread

Add two slices of crispy bacon and several slices of tomato

Throw away the rest of the tomato, it just goes bad in the fridge

Close the sandwich such that  melted cheese will encapsulate the tomato and bacon

Wipe down bacon fry pan leaving some grease and add glob of butter

Place sandwich in pan at low temperature with another pan on top to press sandwich and keep in heat

Ignore smoke alarm

Open a window, turn on fan, and yell to wife that everything is ok

When first side is golden brown, add one pat of butter on top slice of bread and turn in pan, cover until Velveeta melts and oozes out encapsulating the bacon and tomato

Eat the third slice of bacon

Cut sandwich on a diagonal and plate

Serve with potato chips and bottle of beer

Burp

Nap

Easy and delicious!

I gotta Get Out More

I gotta Get Out More

I need to get out more.  The last few days I’ve been a shut in.  Too cold for golf.  Too lazy for the gym.  We’ve done most of our shopping for Thanksgiving.  I’ve been a slug.

Watch TV, play guitar, surf the net, nap, watch TV, go to sleep.

Repeat.

It’s not so bed, I like watching TV, playing guitar, surfing the net and napping.  Problem is I’ve got nothing to post.  I’m pretty sure no one wants to read about watching TV, playing guitar, surfing the net and napping.  I need to get out of the house to get new material.

I did find a penny this afternoon when I took out the garbage.  Who wants to read about finding a penny?  There is no way I could make a post out of finding a penny.   

I could post about the Dr. Phil re-run I watched.  Dr. Phil counseled a couple that argued constantly.  The husband was 120 pounds overweight and was not interested in sex.  The wife was having an affair, her second.  Dr. Phil tried to teach them how to effectively communicate and offered them a get-a-way to a special “save your marriage” counseling house.  After only five minutes I was screaming at the TV, “Get a friggin divorce… you two hate each other.” I could not figure out why anyone would want to save this marriage, they obviously despised each other.  At the end of the show Dr. Phil let us know that the counseling house did not work and the couple was separating…DUH!!  But who would want to read about that?

After about 10,000 hours of practice, I can almost comfortably play the open C cord in the Bar Cord position.  Want me to explain that?  I didn’t think so.

Lately when surfing the net, Chrome keeps crapping out on me and I have to use Explorer which I don’t like as much.  What’s that?  Not interested?  I agree.

I got nothing.  I gotta get out more.

Wanna hear about my nap?

ZZZZZZZ.

Closet War

Closet War

 

Mrs. C and I live in a fairly small two-bedroom townhouse.  It is big enough for our needs.  It is probably bigger than we need, except for the master closet. 

 

For the size of our townhouse, the master bedroom is large.  We have a master bath that is quite large.  We have a walk-in closet that is very large.  The very large closet is not large enough.  I think if we doubled it in size it would not be large enough.  The size of the closet is the only thing that restricts Mrs. C’s wardrobe.  If the closet enlarged, her wardrobe would increase proportionately.

Where all her cloths comes from I have no idea, she only wears about 10% of what is in the closet. 

I don’t mind as long as I have some space of my own in the closet.  My suits and jackets and dress shirts are hung in the guest room closet.  I am allowed maybe 1/3 of that space, the rest is for Mrs. C.  In the master closet I am allowed maybe 2 feet of hanger space for my shirts and casual slacks.  Mrs. C has about 20 feet of hanger space.

My 2 feet is all I really need.  I’d like one more foot so the hangers were not crushed together.  When I take out a shirt, everything is so crushed together that invariably another shirt gets pulled off its hanger.  OK, that is a pain, but not so bad…except.

The other week I found three sweatshirts hung in my 2 feet of hanger space that were not mine.

“Did you know you have shirts hanging in my space?”

“I do?”

“Yes, and I barely have enough space for my stuff.”

“           “

“I’m moving the shirts to your space.”

“             “

I thought that was the end of the situation.  I thought wrong.  Tonight I went to pull out a shirt and I saw the same three shirts back in my 2-foot hanger space.

“How did these shirts get back into my 2 feet of hanger space.”

“               ”

“You put them back didn’t you.”

“Maybe.”

“When you say maybe it means yes doesn’t it.”

“Maybe.”

I moved the shirts back into her space.  If I give up even an inch she will only take more, plus I think there is a law that if you allow someone to use your property after a period of time it becomes theirs. 

I will to allow that to happen.

“You’re not going to try and move any shirts back to my space, are you?”

“Maybe.”