The lengths I go to...

I am trying to make up for last week, that week in which THGGM and I ate absolutely no 'home cooked' meals. So tonight, I brown the hamburger and add all the ingrediates to make one of his favorite dishes. Then I notice, I have no rice. No rice? How could this be? How does a woman 'run out' of rice? But, sadly I had.

Being a resourceful soul, with no car and only a 7/11 in walking distance, I start digging through cupboards. Maybe, just maybe, I have a pilaf mix or something. I don't. But, I do have a box of this gross gross gross jambalaya mix that the men in the family eat on occasion. Bleech. They all eat it, then set their watches and call each other when it makes it's exit. I know, TMI. My daughter and I do not eat this stuff, and would never participate in something so 'male'.

Anyway...I digress. So, I look over this mix, to see if the rice is separate. It isn't. It's all mixed together in a foil pouch. The only thing I can think of is to try to wash it, and pick out the clumps. It has clumps of shriveled things, I don't even want to know what they are. Anyway, washing it is not an easy task, and quite a bit of the rice slips away through the colendar. But, I did get it fairly clean, and only time will tell just how much MY rice dish tastes like jambalaya.

But, I did it, for THGGM.

I can't get the stink off my hands, even after numerous washings.

He just came in. I hope it's good!