I started the weekend looking forward to making my pot roast. Oh, how I was looking forward to that. I sat at the table, cutting vegetables and tossing them all in my crockpot.
I added all the other ingredients and then became distracted. That’s my only defense, and not even a good one.
An hour later, I went to check the pot. I had not plugged in the machine and turned it on.
I turned it all on and reset the timer. I came into the family room just furious with myself.
Six hours later, the meat was done and tender, but the flavor was all wrong.
Since my episodes of Covid, I have lost my taste buds, and they have never returned. Also, things that made my tastebuds sing no longer appeal.
I need to get out my old recipe files and make the simple and appealing ones.
Meanwhile, I’ve been listening to music to ease my soul. Previously, I had put together a playlist with the Beatles and each member separately. Oh yes. I doubt we will ever have another group of men change the landscape of the music world!
Me in Liverpool!