Awaking from a good night's rest, the sun was shining but the wind was blowing as if a storm was coming. I got up, had a bit of breakfast, brushed my teeth and combed my hair. Next, I put on a dress and was ready to go to town. There were several errands I really need to take care of. I don't know why I bothered to brush my hair; By the time I returned home the wind had my hair looking as if it didn't know what a comb was. Oh well, it is OK. I was safely indoors planning to stay there for the rest of the day.
Once home, the first thing on my to do list was to vacuum the office floor. I had been shredding paper the day before and the office floor was still a mess. That went well and then the phone rang. It was one of those unwanted calls everyone gets nowadays; It didn't take me very long to hang up. Time for a cup of coffee and look through the morning paper.
Then it was time to sort out those items that needed to be washed. With that taken care of, I began cleaning up the kitchen when the phone rang again. This time it was the man who does all my tax stuff. Oh my goodness -- I had failed to include one of the most important items needed so the taxes could be completed.
Now how stupid can a person be? I was looking among the tax stuff for a tax sheet like the ones we have been using all these years. How did I know they would change everything? Well, anyway, on with the story: You will never believe this. I got the laundry started and remembered the roast in the refrigerator I wanted to cook for supper.
I got the pan I needed only to discover the pan was too big for the small roast, so I had to get down on my hands and knees to look in the cabinet. Since it is always dark in the back of the cabinet, I first needed to get up. Now that was no easy job.
Finally, getting up on my feet, now where did I put the flashlight I needed so I could see inside the dark cabinet to find the right pan? I removed the right roasting pan and in the process of standing up I stumped my big toe. Down I went -- roast, pan and all. About that time my husband walked in asking "what's for supper?"
No, I did not throw the pan at him. Instead, being the nice, kind person you all know I am, I smiled sweetly at him as I reached for my jacket saying "No, darling, you are taking me out for dinner." I pasted a smile on my face when he parked at the local hamburger diner. I was too tired to complain. Life ain't always easy.
The recipe for today is one my sister Ginger Fondren made up. Give it a try. It is easy and tasty.
For every pound of hamburger meat, mix the following all together:
• 1 egg
• 1 slice bread, broken in small pieces
• 1 onion, chopped
• enough dill pickle juice to cover bottom of a bowl.
Mix all ingredients well, then mix in the hamburger meat. Form into patties and fry in a skillet. Call the family to supper.