Ok, my universe is a little upside down right now, although in retrospect, I’m not sure it’s ever been right side up.
Yesterday, I was awakened by the phone at 6:30 am. Now, I don’t know about you, but it can never be good when the phone rings that early in my house. In the olden days, (about this time last year), it was usually because Momma had gotten up in the middle of the night and had fallen, and the Farmer had just found her, and I would fly over, and between him and I, we would get her back into bed, with her face usually being the only casualty of the fall. Thank goodness, THOSE days are over, although with that being said, it’s kind of sad at the same time, because Momma is incapable of even rolling over in bed, much less getting out of it, without assistance.
The phone call was from the Farmer, The Electrician shoved the phone at me and said ‘It’s your Dad“, while he was sitting straight up in bed. I was a little nervous, but said ‘Hello?” “Joanne, i’b sick, and cough, cough, cough, I need helb” “okay, let me throw on some clothes and I’ll be right over ok?” “Can you stob at the store and get somb masks”. “Uhm? What?”
After figuring out what he meant, I got dressed and left the house. The Electrician was ever so sweet though, because he said to me “Do you need me to go with you?” and I asked “do you want to go with me?” “Uhm, not really, but if you need me to I will”. Aww. I told him to go back to sleep, after he got up and moved his truck for me.
I’m rolling into town, and have decided I didn’t mind driving through town. For one thing, on a Sunday morning at exactly 7;02 am, there is NO ONE on the roads, and if you time it just right, you can hit every green light! I stopped at Walgreen’s, and searched high and low, until I stumbled upon facial masks. (kind of like the surgical one’s). I didn’t even know they sold them. I grabbed a box and then went over to the juice isle. The Farmer had wanted grape juice. Uhm, who ever heard of grape juice for a cold? I grabbed some orange juice and then proceeded to cruise through town.
I got to the Farmer’s and snuck in the back door. I went and checked on Momma first, then made myself a much-needed cup of coffee, and then made up Momma’s meds. The kitties greeted me, and I felt the need to give them treats and we all settled down to watch some t.v. for about 15 minutes, and then I went in and gave Momma her meds (she never woke up), Changed her pants and got dry sheets on the bed (she never woke up).
I decided that since I was probably going to be there most of the day, I would go down and get the newspaper, read it, and then sweep the kitchen, and then, just because, I laid down on the couch. About the time, I’m laying down here comes the Farmer. Wow, I asked him if he got the license number of the truck that he got hit by because he really looked bad. I also informed him to drink a glass of juice and get out of here and go back to sleep, and DO NOT BREATH ON ME!!
Our weekend Caregiver Beth, showed up and her and I talked for a bit. I asked her if she would mind coming back a couple of hours earlier, and let the Farmer go back to bed, and she said that was fine. She then went in and got Momma up, and then totally cleaned Momma’s room to get any little germs out of there. I taught her how to mix Momma’s “cocktail” and also showed her how to give Momma her med’s. I also hand wrote instructions, and then showed her some other stuff. She left and assured me she would be back early to help us out.
The Farmer surfaced at about 1:30, and he had a shower and looked a bit better, but still kinda rough. I told him I had made plans with Beth and she was coming back early, when he asked me why, he got the “look”. He then realized what I had meant and was very happy.
I left about 2:15, and got back to my house, and the Electrician had gotten a phone call from the Nursing student so we watched the 2 grandbabies (Cam-man and Brayden Boy) for about an hour, and then we ate dinner and I goofed off, and went to bed early.
This morning, I snuck into the Farmer’s, and did a repeat of yesterday. I was starting to get worried about the Farmer though because it was close to 9:30 before he came out of his room. He looked better. He asked me for some breakfast, so I made him the usual bacon, scrambled cheesy eggs with toast. BIG glass of orange juice and then a cup of coffee.
I asked him how last night went, and he smiled. Apparently when Beth showed up, she sent him back to bed, and took care of Momma, giving her meds to her and getting her into bed by herself. (Hey she’s a CNA and has been one for a while). Apparently when Momma was in the bed for the night, she did ask Beth where the Farmer was and he wasn’t dead was he? So, the Farmer stuck his head in the door and said, yes, he was still alive, just sick.
While I wish I was capable of getting Momma up by myself, without having to bug the Farmer, alas, I am not a CNA, and I need help. For her safety as well as mine. So, I let momma sleep in today, but needed the Farmer’s help to get her up. I made him put on the mask, and Momma giggled when she saw him, and then asked him who he was going to do surgery on.
With everything settled at the Farmer’s house, I took my leave. When I arrived at my house, I noticed no lights on, so I snuck in, plus the Electrician said he was going to take a nap. I’m getting pretty good at this sneaking in thing, because the Electrician never heard me, nor did the Farmer this morning. That’s a BIG accomplishment for me, since I’ve been told I “clomp” everywhere.
Tonite, I made a Green Chili Stew for dinner, because if the Farmer has breathed on me, like I know he has, the green chili will burn any and all bad germs out of my body. I’ve got a big weekend coming up and I cannot get sick. period. Keep your fingers crossed for me, cuz, I’m really getting tired.
I could not believe when the Electrician called me today, (it’s been a very stormy day here, and he had a rain out), to tell me “It’s here, and honey, it smells good, but it might be a little spicy, because I could smell it when I opened the box.”. I squealed, and said “really, it’s here?” “yes, babe it is.” to which my brain started going into over drive and I blurted out ” We are having green chili stew for dinner ok?”
Now mind you I have fed this man chili the past few days, and I think he may have cringed when I said I was making green chili stew.
When I arrived home, Yes, to the Farmer, I made it with no hail damage to the Rav4. Although I did drive through town, and some of the streets were flooded. By the time, I got to my little town, it had basically stopped storming and the sun was out.
I stopped at the local I.G.A. (we call it Igga here), I went in a got a gallon of ice cream for the Electrician and then I happened to look at pork roasts, now mind you I only had a certain amount of $$ on me, so I calculated, I grabbed the pork roast and ice cream, and hit the road.
I actually came home and sniffed the chili (ok, that sounds a little weird) but if you have ever smelled green chili it has an aroma all to itself. I then grabbed one out of the box and chowed down, I got about all of it gone when WHAMMO, the heat hit the back of my throat, and WOW, it was good. Fresh, is okay, but when you roast it, well. Let’s just say I drooled. It brings back a lot of memories for me, some good, some bad. But most of all it awakens my taste buds.
I made the green chili stew, and it was good. The Electrician even enjoyed it, and commented on how the house smelled good, while I had roasted the chili’s. Mind you, we both got our sinus’ cleaned out, (it is a little spicy). It was worth it.
Come Saturday, I will be roasting the 24 1/2 pounds of chili on the grill outside, and I promise to take pictures. Roasted chili means fall, fall means cooler weather, and hoodies, and bonfires, and jumping into the leaves, football games, tailgating, and a BUNCH of other good stuff.
I really like fall.
I’ve been shopping today. Ok, maybe not physically in the store, but on my computer. However, unlike most females, I am not shopping for clothes (although I seriously need to). I was responding to an e-mail that I received from Berridge Farms regarding Hatch Chili season 2012.
While I have lived in Illinois for about 18 years now (WOW, has time flew). I lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico for 13 years. I fell in love with Albuquerque, the culture, the FOOD, and the scenery. I loved living in the city, and being able to drive to the mountains in about 20 minutes. I spent a lot of time in the Sandia Mountains, and can actually say I did climb from the top to the bottom. I had a run in with some rattlesnakes (both boys remember that one), But, I did not get bit, and I learned just how fast I can jump from one rock to another.
I fell in love with the various types of “chili’s”. By far my favorite is “Hatch New Mexico green chili. If you’ve never tasted it, well, I’m sorry. I learned how to make all kinds of special New Mexican dishes. Carnita’s, Green chili stew, huevos rancheros, green chili chicken enchilada’s.
The smell of roasted chili, makes me feel warm all over. Oh….uhm.. I digress.
The e-mail was sent to me because a year ago, I found their website, and with the Electrician’s approval, I ordered some. The day when it arrived you would have thought it was Christmas. I fired up the grill the next day (of course, it was the hottest friggin day of the year, but well, I suffered through it, although the electrician had to finish for me, because I got over heated and had to sit in the baby pool for a few minutes). I roasted all 10 lbs, and then wrapped it up in a plastic bag and let it steam for a couple of hours. I was in heaven, my garage smelt like green chili… I bagged it all up, and placed it in my freezer. I put about 6 chili’s in a bag and ended up with about 15 bags.
Unfortunately, me, with having fresh roasted green chili in the house, I used it rather quickly, so, I
begged asked the Electrician if we could order another 10 lbs. It was close to the end of the season, and I got a good deal, and so, again when it arrived I had my own “roasting party”.
When I opened up the e-mail today, it was for pre-orders for the season. Mind you, the green chili season is usually harvested in August and ends about the middle of September or first of October. With our finances being a little different this year versus last year, he gave me a look.
The Chili price isn’t bad, it’s the shipping that is killing us. So, after a lively discussion filled with laughter AND looks. Especially when the Electrician asked me about those cans of “diced green chili” that they sell in the store and He got a straight up LOOK from me. That’s when I asked him “YOU want those can’s versus the FRESH stuff?” He just laughed at me. (He knows how to rile me up).
I think we have reached a compromise though, while I ordered 20 lbs last year, and folks I still have 2 bags in the freezer, to last me until August. This IS April right? I think 25lbs should do it this year.
So with all that being said I did send an e-mail to Berridge Farms, asking some questions. BUT, I think I will place my pre-order for 25lbs. When I receive it in late August, I will have another chili roasting session, and enjoy the smell of fresh roasted green chili.
Then I think I will make some Green chili stew, and some enchilada’s, and some tamales, and uhm…the possibilities are endless.
Don’t let the Electrician fool you though, while he may kick up a bit of a fuss, I won him over with my green chili chicken enchilada’s when we were dating. In fact, while we were sitting at the dinner table with both of my boys and the Electrician was there, he broke into a sweat after the third bite, while me and the boys kept eating. He’s manned up since then and can eat the “hot” stuff with the best of them.
Besides, it’s the best cure for the winter. If you feel a cold coming on, or any kind of sickness, eat a bowl of green chili stew, you’ll be fine, trust me.