Not Gatto. Tabby; aka Crabby Tabby. It's colder outside so he is seeking the warmth of a comfortable chair. We had our first frost last night, so you could say the air is crisp. The horses do a happy dance when they are let out in the crunchy morning air. The old geezers still got it.
Other than another orange cat in the house and dancing elderly horses, not much happening on the old homestead. I continue whittling away at the disorder that's in my life. Small steps. Small steps lengthen the time of the journey, but the journey does eventually end.
As some may remember, I rarely make a casserole. I know, I know.....I was born and raised in Minnesota, land of the 'hot dish', but the hot dish was not in my sphere. My mother never made one, other than lasagna, which could be called a casserole. I know I won't be making the kind that I hear about, green bean, tator tot, but noodles or rice, vegetables and aromatics, protein if desired, in a cream sauce, well, it's hard to beat that. Add in the easy factor and all I can say is, what have I been thinking.
Enjoy your Friday. Make a casserole.
3 comments:
I love a good pile of hot food with a bunch of things tossed in. Last night we did tater tot bake and mashed it all up and it was soooo good for being tater tots.
Happy Halloween Week and boogie boogie 🎃
I'll try to boogie-boogie. Ivy. What a sight!!
The nice thing about casseroles are the leftovers which usually reheat well. It's getting to be that time of year. Last night it was pitch black outside at 9pm. I heard the cat yowling and screaming outside and went looking for her with a flashlight. I found her but she wouldn't move. I'm guessing another cat came into our yard, hence the yowling. Anyway, she bit and scratched me and now I have four red looking puncture marks. Sigh.
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