Fast And Furious!

This morning, after walking eight fast miles, with Les, I needed to write two letters—one was sad, and the other one was in Pig Latin. I wrote the sad one first. After returning a few phone calls, I decided to do something about the never ending, growing pile, of Tony's organic vegetables—now covering one entire drain board, because Tone, had not heeded my advice, about taking his harvested crop to the Old Timer this morning, and giving his veggies away.

My plan was simple. I would cook for two hours. After cranking up my iPod, I put two big skillets, and a large pot, on the stovetop, turned on the oven, and began cooking like a short-order cook—with two newly parked Greyhound buses outside!

I started with the zucchini, squash, onions and yams! Within an hour, I had put ten big containers of cooked veggies—into the freezer! Next came the potatoes. Within another hour, I had cooked up several servings of hashbrowns, potato salad, and mashed potatoes—also now residing in the freezer.

My two hours of cooking time were well spent! I was thrilled that I had accomplished so much! I had now regained two-thirds of my countertop space back, but the sight of those dozens of ripe tomatoes, jalapeno peppers, and onions, just sitting there—taking up space—really irritated me, so I did what I had to do—I made salsa and picante sauce!

Before putting it into containers to freeze, I had Tone taste it, and he said it was perfect!

This evening, about six-fifteen, Trigger took me over to the Lodge. Kinky and I had a short business meeting, then we went outside to the Friedman Family Bone Orchard—for a fun visit. Before leaving, Kinky challenged me to a game of pool.

The game was fast and furious! The Hummingbird Man was fast, and I was furious, not really—I always lose! By the time that he had won, I had only sank two solids, and they were lucky shots—not meant to be.

As Kinky walked me to Trigger, I told him about Tony's overwhelming vegetable crop, and having to cook up a storm, earlier today. Kinky thought it was pretty funny. Before Trigger and I left the Lodge, Kinky asked me to please bring over as many unwanted vegetables as we wanted, because he would love to eat them!