My Childhood Nickname

Linda Bug. I have no idea how I got my name. I assume my dad first called me that. I still remember it made me feel cherished. Sometimes, it was shortened to Bug. My favorite cousin never called me anything else. There are only a few people left who knew me by that name, Mother, my older sister, my brother, and Bud. I suppose Linda Bug is fading away.

Linda Bug is diapered baby in front row. Bud is right behind me.

Health and Wellbeing

Sadly, I fall short in this area. I bulldoze ahead and do what needs to be done. I am a retied RN, so I can’t claim ignorance. I make my routine doctor’s visits and take my medication, but jump into action when I perceive family need. I never put my needs first.

My Future Travel Plans

This one is easy. My immediate plans include a trip to Baton Rouge this weekend. There is a large estate sale we want to attend.

https://www.estatesales.net/LA/Denham-Springs/70726/4121676

It is a pleasant for hour trip, only two bathroom stops. I have two Akita granddogs waiting to see me. They will be at the door, tails wagging, “What did you bring me?”

My own dogs will be at home with a sitter they love, so they’ll have to manage. We’ll get a good sniffing when we get home.

What do I listen to?

I was prepared to say “Nothing.” Then I listened. I hear fluorescent lights buzzing, a dog barking in the distance. The birds are leaving for work. I love that. Croc, my big dog is snoring. We need to get him a CPAP. Bud is also snoring back in the bedroom. Izzy is barking and running a bit in his dreams. My leather chair is creaking with my movements. I suppose I am listening to a lot of life.

Both boys stirred when I got photos so they are listening, too.

My Favorite Comfort Food

My favorite comfort food is biscuits, buttered hot from the oven. Mother made twenty-seven biscuits every morning. I’d wake to the squeal of the oven door and the scraping of the pan just before she called out, “Biscuits are in the oven.” That was our cue to hustle out of bed. The bedrooms were frigid in winter, so we’d jostle for space to dress in front of the kitchen space heater. When I was little, it was solid comfort to slide into clothes Mother had just warmed before the flames. Once dressed, we’d tie into breakfast with that pile of biscuits, the little guys draped in towels.

Ingredients

  • 3 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 4 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp cream of tartar
  • 3/4 cup COLD butter
  • 1 cup evaporated milk
  • Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
  • The secret to excellent biscuits is COLD BUTTER. Really cold. Many times the biscuit dough gets worked so much that the butter softens before the biscuits even go in the oven. Try cutting the butter into small pieces and stick back in the fridge pulling out only when ready to incorporate into the dough.
  • Combine the dry ingredients in a large bowl. 
  • Cut cold butter into flour mixture. Mix will be a bit lumpy.
  • Add in the milk and mix just until the ingredients are combined. The dough will be sticky but don’t keep working it. You should be able to see the butter pieces in the dough.

To roll out, turn mix on to floured surface. Sprinkle with flour and turn two or three times. Cut with biscuit cutter.

To hand roll, dust with flour and roll in flour dusted hand two or three quick turn to smooth a bit.

Brush tops with melted butter and bake 10 to twelve minutes till tops brown. Yields 12 Wrap in damp paper towel to reheat 15 seconds in microwave.

Homemade Chicken Noodle Soup

What foods would you like to make?

On cold days or when friends or family are sick, I love to make homemade chicken noodle soup for them. It’s just a big bowl of love. I’ll give you ingredients. Amounts are approximate.

2 cups diced chicken breast(canned ok or leftover rotisserie chicken is fine)

1 family size Cream of Chicken Soup

2 cups chicken broth

Up to 2 cups water as needed to cut salt

1/4 diced celery

1/2 cup diced carrots and peas if desired(I use frozen)

1/2 teaspoon crushed garlic

1/2 diced onion

Parsley if desired

Wide noodles to your taste

Pepper

Simmer Cream of Chicken Soup, onions, celery, and garlic. Do not salt! Whisk till soup is well mixed. Add chicken. Bring back to low simmer. Add noodles bit by bit to your liking as soup simmers. Be cautious. It’s easy to overload broth mix if you put in a lot at once. Season with pepper to your taste. Don’t salt till you taste. Broth and canned soup are both salty.

Simmer with soup just starting to low bubble around edges of pot at least 30 minutes till noodles are tender, stirring frequently. Noodles will stick if cooked higher. Add water as needed to get consistency to your taste. Likely will not need salt.

Cats or Dogs?

Both cats and dogs are a delight. Sometimes, I’ve had both. My pets have always been friends. At one time I had a dog, cat, and rat who played happily together. They’d all sleep in a happy pile. Right now, I only have dogs. I’ve thought of getting a cat but I feed the birds. If I got a cat and allowed it outside, I’d be luring them to their death.

Outdoor Work Makes Me Lose Track of Time

I love being outdoors. Nothing makes me happier than attacking my flower beds in the spring. It feels so good to pull last year’s dried stems and dropping the seeds down for reseeding. I scratch the ground a little and Voila! I’m on the way to new blooms. The freshly tilled ground is like an artist’s slate, ready for color. The new plants sit waiting to move into their new homes. It’s exhilaratingly to plot the patterns. I love coming home from the garden center with a truck full of plants. I feel like a miserable counting his gold, although the exact opposite is true. Had I been rich before, that bevy of plants had changed that!

This is not my yard.

Denying Global Warming Bothers Me

Denying global warming is purposeful ignorance. A casual observer can see climate changes year to year. Denial is ridiculous, just like children arguing pointlessly,

“did,”

“did not”

I am frustrated to have family members, raised and educated just as I was who insist global warming is a myth.

Daily writing prompt
What bothers you and why?