random thoughts – Day 1,692 – (Monday) – concept and plan

As usual, there were several potential plans for the day. Ok, no actual plans per se, more like a concept of a plan. The concept was that I “would do something.” The something part, including what and how to execute it, was where things got fuzzy. Scrolling Facebook events yielded nothing but potential ideas for next weekend. Potential ideas for the current day flitted in my head. Clean out the spare room (or at least start). Dismantle the deck table and put it in the shed. Read a book. Clean off the dining room table. Clean out the kitchen junk drawers.

Supper underway.

Big surprise to absolutely nobody at all, none of those things happened, but a couple other things did. I played games on my phone while shows and movies streamed on Netflix. Ate leftover pizza for lunch. Petted Kiki’s sweet little face every time she showed up to demand it. The dishes in the sink were washed. The floors, rugs, and Kiki’s chair were vacuumed. The trash and recycle bins were taken in from the curb. It was minimal effort at best.

While vegetating on the couch late in the afternoon, supper ideas began to form around sweet potatoes and onions. A sweet potato was sliced thin and sautéed with butter and a sliced onion. Almost everything I cook begins with butter and an onion. Frozen meat substitute crumbles and cranberries were added, and later, pecans. The seasonings were red pepper flakes and cinnamon.

Finished meal.

Normally, I would add diced apples and pears to a concoction like this to provide some moisture, but there were none at the house and I wasn’t going out shopping. A small amount of some sort of liquid was needed, but there was also no orange juice or broth from which to grab a splash. The winner for an on-hand sort-of liquid was strawberry jam. It was a desperate move, but the pretend meat crumbles can be as dry as dust without help. It worked, and the combination of hot red pepper and sweet jelly was tasty. 

It was another successful supper for one. I may fail to make and act on plans most of the time, but at least I manage to feed myself.