Cooking to the sound of thunder and Andre Rieu on the path least traveled

Dear Diary Page 15…

Hello Diary,
A bit of a rainy and thundery day today (especially later today and tonight) on the path least traveled…a bit nasty to be out walking so came up with the idea of doing a little cooking instead, so to the sound of thunder and rain, I prepared supper for tonight (Friday) along with supper for tomorrow (Saturday) and Sunday…now it is up to the micro, no mess to clean up.. How cool is that!?… 😀

Anyway, started Andre Rieu and the William Tell overture to set the pace, pots and pans at the ready and started in…

For tonight prepared hearty chicken noodle soup, ham & cheese on bagel for me..ham, Kibbles and Bits and apple butter (allergy medication in the apple butter) for Bree..

Friday's supper

For Saturday supper prepared hamburger, homemade mac & cheese, fries and mixed veggies for me… chicken, Kibbles and Bits and applesauce for Bree
saturday's supper
Bree the supervisor put in an appearance halfway through, checking for anything that may have hit the floor..
supervisor bree

For Sunday prepared chicken crescent rolls, mashed potatoes, green beans, salad with cheese & garlic bagel..
For the chicken crescent, used 8 crescent rolls, added canned chicken, cheese, garlic salt and onion..
chicken cresent #1
Rolled them up, put in toaster oven ten minutes…
chicken cresent #2

added cream of chicken soup and sprinkled a bit more cheese over the top, another ten minutes and done…
sunday supper

Mess is cleaned up and moving on to other things!..besides dusting and housework… 😀

“Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better to paint a picture or write a letter,
Spend time with a friend, bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear, songs to sing and books to read,
Friends to cherish and a life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
As this day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go — and go you must,
You, yourself will make more dust!’

Believe that as Bree and I casually venture down the path least traveled we will let Yanni set the pace… 😀

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