Today I took a bit of my leftover taco meat and turned it into chili mac.
The ingredients: cooked macaroni, taco meat, can of diced tomatoes, can of kidney beans, some leftover refried beans and chili seasoning.
I didn’t measure, I just made it.
Lunch was a bowl of chili.
Now I have leftover chili along with some leftover taco meat.
I guess I’ll have a few more meals before I make too much of something else.
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I am having trouble cooking for one. Even when Bob was here, I still cooked too much. I never got over the years when we had a large family and meals were big.
Today I ate taco salad. Yesterday and the day before I ate tacos.
My taco meat is a tube made to serve 8.
I had it in the freezer, so not good to refreeze.
More salad than taco meat mixture means it goes a long way.
By the end of the taco meat, I will be sick to death of tacos. Right now I’m enjoying my lunches. It helps that I have avocado and tomato to add to my salad.
Cooking for one continues to be a challenge. It is something I have to face each day — or until the day family can congregate together again and I can make something that will serve everyone.
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My current beta fish is a beautiful blue. I had a pink one earlier this year, but it didn’t last long. Blue Fish was its replacement.
Today was bowl cleaning day. I set the water to come to room temperature a day ago. It was the perfect temp for the fishbowl today.
Betas live alone when kept in captivity. They are known to be nasty if put in a bowl with other fish. In nature, Everyone has a lot of places to hide, so other fish have a chance to get away from a Beta on the warpath.
I dipped Blue Fish out of his dirty water and put him in another vessel when I took his bowl. His fish water was then used to water my house plants.
I do this water switch once a week.
Blue Fish sits in his bowl on the kitchen counter where I can see his beauty every day.
Fingers crossed that he lives a long life. Too bad the pink one didn’t. She was a beauty, but so is her replacement.
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My dream last night was about Bob. Usually, when I wake up, my dreams fade away, but not this one.
It started with me looking up at our home. In the dream, it was a brick home, though we had never lived in a brick home.
There were a few loose bricks at the corner of this house and Bob was going to fix them.
But fixing two bricks wasn’t on Bob’s itinerary. In my dream, my husband had a sledgehammer and was banging away at an opening in the wall, making way for a large window–if there was a job to do, Bob could always make it bigger.
All I remember thinking in the dream was that he shouldn’t be working so hard because he was a sick man. Still, I let him bang away because working made him happy.
Memories of Bob pop up often, now especially. It’s spring planting season and farm machinery is moving up and down fields. I expect Bob is watching from above, cheering on our neighbors and hoping for a better season than last year.
Well, that’s my little thought for today.
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I used to ask Bob to take a picture when I needed extra hands. He was always accommodating, though he had a heavy finger and often ended up with 20 snaps when he was trying to get only one.
Now I need to take my own photos. I have a tripod for my camera, but I wanted one for my phone.
This is what I bought.
I took this photo with my camera. You can see me on the screen.
The tripod came with a Bluetooth clicker so I can activate the phone camera while I’m standing away.
This was photo was taken with my cell phone on the tripod. I used the Bluetooth to snap it and got 100 photos! I guess Bob wasn’t the only one with a heavy finger.
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