Have you ever woken up with absolutely no plan and suddenly you have a list a mile long of things you want to get done?
That was me today. I woke up at 9 because Gertie was pacing around the bed and putting her snout up on the bed in the most pathetic manner.
Suddenly I wanted to do it all. Drink a good cup of coffee, go for a run, make a football feast for the fiance and pick up some things from Wal-Mart. The Chiefs game began at noon, and I knew he’d be up by 11:45, so there was no time to waste…if I wanted to be ready in time to serve him some game food.
I could combine the run and coffee if I ran to get coffee.
I picked a route that would take me just far enough to feel like I had exerted myself, but not too far to be a lot of work. (It was lazy Sunday, after all.) Then, I hit up a local coffee house…one that I knew had a little patio so I could leave Gertie while I went in to grab a latte. As I approached the shop, I could see there was another dog on the patio.
Uh-oh. Last time there was a dog there, it didn’t work out so well considering the dog was barking and growling so much, it scared Gertie to the point that I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her for a few minutes to go inside. No coffee for me.
Awww man, that would put a damper in my plan.
But then I heard someone call out “Hey Stephanie and Gertie!”
The dog belonged to my good friend Jessie and her boyfriend. Oh fun! Not only did I have someone to hold Gertie when I went inside, we got to sit on the porch and catch up over coffee, an unexpected but pleasant diversion to my plan.
Once home, I decided to skip a shower and just run out to get the stuff I needed from Wal-Mart, plus the ingredients to make the wings, rotel cheese dip and homemade ranch I was formulating in my head.
Only I couldn’t find my keys anywhere. So the fiance was recruited from bed to join my search party all over the house. Nope, no keys. (This is not an unusual occurrence for me. He wasn’t too thrilled about being co-captain of my search team either. Oh well, he’d get over it when I served him piping hot crispy, tangy hot wings.)
There was no time to lose though. I took the fiance’s car while he continued to scour the house for them. (They were in his coat pocket from an evening where I wore his coat outside. Who knew?)
I was back in 45 minutes…kind of a record for me to go to the grocery and Wal-Mart. But wings were at stake.
I found this recipe for baked buffalo chicken wings. It was super tasty. The only thing I would modify is I would be sure to spray my baking pans with non-stick so that I didn’t lose any bits of the crispy chicken skin. Other than that – perfection. You won’t even miss the fryer.
Then, I “winged” some homemade ranch dressing. Here’s what I came up with:
8 oz of mayo
1 cup of buttermilk
1 tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce
1 large clove of garlic finely, finely diced
2 tablespoons of fresh chopped parsley
2 tablespoons of finely diced green onion
1 tablespoon of Dijon mustard
1 tsp of onion powder
1/2 tsp of black pepper
salt to taste
I whisked it all together. The end.
It turned out pretty good, a little runny, but that’s how I like ranch. You could probably thicken it up with more mayo or some sour cream. But I didn’t have any more mayo and I was out of sour cream.
Despite my feast, the Chiefs are losing and the fiance is downstairs yelling at the T.V.
My work here is done, folks. I’m hitting the bathtub with an army of bubbles.