I am married to a visionary. He can see things and implement them, and I stand amazed at what he can do. When we moved three years ago he mentioned that he wanted to start a community garden. I dismissed that. He mentioned it several more times, each time I would think, “he can’t actually be serious”. He was.
The garden was started in March, and he is doing the garden in a unique way, but that is another story for another time. We had a month of rain and through a series of uncontrollable things, our garden got overtaken by weeds, lots and lots of weeds. But, we were not discouraged, hubby and I along with another dear couple have worked hard at combating these prolific green monsters. We have spent evenings swatting mosquitoes, no see-ums, and black flies while sweating in the humidity. It has not been pretty, and I confess neither has my attitude.
Last Thursday I felt bad for my attitude and for my hubby. I decided to fix a nice meal for him to treat him. I made a cake for dessert, made a couple of salads and then, following the idea of a cooking show, I made pork chops. We love those cooking shows, they have such wonderful ideas and make you hungry while sitting watching them and munching on anything edible while doing so.
I coated the pork chops with seasonings and then I browned them in my fancy Emeril cookware. I carefully covered the pan with foil and put the pan in the oven so they would continue to cook. When they were done, I carefully pulled out the pan and plated my hubby’s plate. I was so excited for this meal! Next, without giving it a second thought, I grabbed hold of the handle of the pan, without a pot-holder and quickly seared my hand. It only took a few seconds to realize something was amiss!
My hand was a mess, to say the least. Several blisters and yes, I do blame the Food Network, if I wasn’t inspired by them, we would have had plain old tough pork chops and my hand would still have all its calloused skin on it!
Actually, I should thank them also, for I got out of weed patrol for the next few days! Thanks for stopping by! I appreciate you. Cathi (DAF)
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Oh, Sweetie, that sounds so painful! I hope you are healing well.
Well, it is healing well, I was actually back in the garden this evening, although my hand is telling me about it now!
Oh, my goodness Cathi! So horrible about your hand! Getting out of weeding sounds wonderful. We are actually talking about the possibility of starting an association garden. A couple of things need to take place first, like purchasing the land with our association, that backs up behind a few of the properties, including ours! I have already shared that we could probably obtain advice from Dale…..🤣.
Which reminds me of a little project in my brain, that I am thinking he would grasp and would be good for you guys and us???
Take care of your hand….you may need a few relaxing days to lay by our pool….you are welcome….and we won’t make you pull weeds!😂
Diane, you are too funny! He loves to talk about gardening, so ask away!
Ouch! Hope you heal soon! Love you
Thanks Beth! It is actually healing nicely. Can’t wait to see you!
Hope you are feeling better!
I am, thank you Nancy!
Ouch ouch ooooouch!!
That sounds like just the kind of silly thing I would do. I recently put a knife inside my baked potato to help it bake faster. I took it out of the over with gloves, and then grabbed the hot knife handle with my hands (noooo!) I hope it is all healing okay!!
oh no!! Don’t you hate when you do that stuff? It’s like our brain has gone on vacation and forgot to take the rest of you along! I hope your hand is good, mine is fine, just peeling off the old dead skin… I know, TMI!! Thanks for the comment and stopping by my blog, I appreciate this!