Some people have lazy days, typically lazy weekend days. It’s a way of balancing out all the hectic rushing around we do during the week I guess. Slow things down, ignore deadlines and just go with the flow.
We don’t have those in my house. The four-footed one doesn’t believe in lazy days. She also doesn’t believe in sleeping in or altering a routine. She doesn’t understand when I need to rest or the routine gets messed up due to lupus.
Beloved attempted to have a lazy day recently. Get up when he felt like it, have a leisurely breakfast and just see where things took him. He told me the night before he was going to sleep in and just take it moment by moment once he woke up. He was confident in this plan despite me warning him that the four-footed one would be having none of this.
Of course when she woke him up as dawn was breaking he was not thrilled. The fact she was ready to start her day was lost on him. Granted I get being a bit grumpy when you get woken up at dawn because a cute little fou-footed companion needs to go outside. And yes it can be a bit ,cugh when that same cute bundle of fur demands her breakfast and play time right after coming in. And don’t forget the after play walk. All before 7 in the morning thank you very much.
I figured the two of them would sort out the lazy day by early afternoon, both of them napping, except that wasn’t the case at all. She was determined to make up for missed walks with him, and don’t forget about al the missed play time to. While he was hoping to put his fee to pay and read, it has her resting on his legs she was determined to get him walking and playing as if his life depended on it.
I, on the other hand, managed a nice lazy day!
There are certain things that I really miss from home, so when I found a nice bunch of green tomatoes well you know I just had to turn them into fried green tomatoes. This isn’t a common thing, not where I live and definitely not something Beloved grew up with. He won’t even touch them because they are unrepentant tomatoes battered in heavenly cornmeal and fried nice and crisp. But to me, a few of those and I’m sitting on a porch back home. Put that with some nicely barbecued meat and some cold iced tea and we are all set, only don’t forget the peach cobbler!
Beloved loves peach cobbler and has happily admitted to an iced tea lemonade addiction not to mention raspberry lemonade addictions as well. He will pass on the sweet corn casseroles, biscuits and fried chicken. And yet the man will happily consume chicken fried steak. (He’s a bit of a work in progress but aren’t we all.)
So I fried some tomatoes, well correction Beloved had to help because lupus is lending a helping hand, the kind that makes my hands not work as well as they should. He then crisped some bacon, made a spicy mayo and toasted buns for fried green tomato po’boys. Or in his case bacon on a toasted bun with cheese, lettuce and regular mayo.
We settled on sweet, juicy watermelon for a snack later on. I’m feeling a little less away from home right now and it should last for a bit. This means tomorrow’s meals will be from different places to create a new adventure. And judging from the way Beloved has looked at me, not to mention the visible red cheeks, Beloved will be doing all the cooking. But it’s okay lupus will not prevent me from watching him cook and it was worth it for a taste that brought me back home for a little bit