Unwashed wings
It goes with age. We tend to have a very balanced lifestyle, and that includes diet. Respect for the food groups. Moderate portions. The credit belongs to herself, as I haven’t been much of a grocery shopper this last year. Can’t read it (labels). Even at home, I’ve been weaned/warned away from the stove and oven.
But, happily, we do have our moments. Where something is found, say, in the freezer. And brought to table. Today, chicken wings BBQ, if you choose the right sauce. Dill, if you don’t. Both were included in the package. I have this vision of a rookie making both together and then trying to figure out: what the what?)
Two notes. Chicken wings tend to run about 17 percent protein. Equal to precooked ham. Also, we did not rinse the sauce from any wings, in a nod to a close relative. The dog was left outside to enjoy the moist air, and we did not have to share or refuse him. A win.
Today’s trip down the educational video wormhole had me learning about anode rods in a hot water tank. Information we no longer require, but the comedy from watching a couple of amateurs made the time trade worthwhile. That’s why I no longer explain stuff to others. Online videos have cornered the market.
Little contact with the outside world. Freezing rain warnings keep me grounded. Parked. Too dangerous, if ice does form. Remember, my skating days are over. And I forgot to collect extra abrasives on the beach. Not too late to find some locally, but I can wait for a thaw.
