I wasn't going to post today.

     But I've just re-read the Chef Boyardee entry.  By the way, the generous portion I had packed was a bit much.  Was much easier the next day.

     Friday I left work.  Wished the manager a good trip.  He'll be working down in the state where we sent our job.  But I've actually enough to do here this week.  It will be very hectic.  So I'm not sure about posting much more than this today.

     We began to hear about the upcoming blizzard.  Maybe on Thursday.  By Friday night it was an inevitable thing.  It was coming.  Be prepared.  Do not leave homes.  All that rot.  It would begin about 1 P.M. Saturday.  Be warned.

     So after a confab at the house, we decided to do food shopping about 12.  Just get 2 days errands done in 1.  What the Hell.

     Well, everyone and their 4th cousin thrice removed was at the grocery store.  The parking was horrific.  What with the mountains of snow around from the last snow, make that plural.

     Actually didn't spend a terrible amount.  And tried to make it an easy week for him.  Said I wasn't working late and wouldn't be cooking.  Menu runs something along these lines.

     Sunday baked chicken.  Monday chicken parm, I totally cheat and grab 2 cooked breaded slices from the butcher.  Tuesday burgers, also from aforementioned butcher.  Wednesday grilled cheese, because it's meatless this week.  If you know then you know if not it's not important.  Thursday should be tuna.  Finish off Friday with some pizzas with pre made crusts.

     Well first off there was a run on tuna already so didn't get that.  The shelves were emptying because of upcoming blizzardzilla.  Grabbed a box of coco cheerios and an package of vienna fingers for $1.99.  Hell even got a thing of gelato.  Oh yeah I was going to really enjoy blizzardzilla.

     Next store got the chicken, few veggies, milk.  I go to the butcher alone.  Well they only had the burgers.  Disappointing I figured maybe I'd stop in on Monday.

     Got home, consumed yet another portion of spag and meat.  What?  It's there isn't it?  It certainly didn't go bad.  Remind me not to tell you that I finished it up on Sunday.  Oh nevermind.

     I decided to do the bakery run.  I just wanted a day where there was not need for me to feel responsible.  I got changed, more than a few vienna fingers.  And got into bed to wait for the snow.  I must've napped a bit.  By 4 it was snowing.  Like a child I was full of glee.

     I've no memory of Saturday nights dinner.  I had more fingers, some gelato, and at some point some cheerios.  Was I prepared or what.

     It really was just nice to have a quiet Saturday night.  No guilt about not going out.  No urging.  No reason to look at the clock and go okay bakery at 7.

     Sunday morning.  Bizzardzilla was a complete and utter bust.  We'd gotten maybe an inch.  But I happily had my cronut in bed watching the cooking channels.

     Sunday passed well enough.  Went out and got some stuff done.  Not to much traffic.  Stopped by the butcher and got my chicken.  Also could not resist these cooked brussell sprouts with pancheta.  Had some with the chicken last night.  Good stuff.  Finishing it with the meatloaf for lunch.

-later