I am cooking again, already, first thing in my day. This makes it two days in a row where I have cooked for dinner, two days where I have had company over to eat with me. This is a good thing. The only downside is the time and energy it takes to prepare food, whatever it may be.
This morning I tried desperately to get up earlier than usual so I could have extra time to make the ribs we are having for dinner. I do them in the slow cooker. First I chop up some onion for the bottom of the cooker, then I add a can of pork and beans. After that I cut up the ribs into serving size pieces and brown them under the broiler in my oven. The ribs go into the slow cooker and a full bottle of barbeque sauce goes over top. Then they cook for about 6 hours before they become a delicious dinner.
Getting up early did not go so well. I simply could not force myself out of bed before 11:30 AM; this is after going to bed at 11:00 PM last night. Of course when I went to bed I couldn't get to sleep. It happens fairly often these days, that sleep is slow in coming. At midnight I had to get up and use the bathroom. This happens every once in a while, that I finally get to where I might sleep and my body says "Oh no you don't."
For most people, getting up at night is a mere inconvenience. For me it can be a real adventure. On the plus side, when this particular adventure finally ended, I was well and truly ready for sleep. It was 12:30 AM.
All of this is to say I have Barbeque Pork Ribs in the slow cooker, bubbling away for tonight's dinner. This might seem like a good thing but I can even find a cloud for this silver lining. I have a new care giver, a lovely young lady building a life here in Canada after escaping the terror and war of Somalia and the strife taking hold in Kenya. Unfortunately she is a Muslim.
Her religious beliefs are of no matter to me; we are all entitled to believe what we want to believe. At least I can rest assured that she will not attempt to convert me, or I hope so. The problem is with the kitchen, and in particular with doing the dishes from my cooking. They have pork on them. It will be a new lesson for me in cross cultural care; probably for her too. At least Kate, Mike, and Liz are coming for dinner. They can clean up if it has to be that way.
Apparently this whole pork thing is not a big deal. She tells me she will clean it up, no problem. And the smell of ribs cooking doesn't bother her. She just won't eat it.
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