|Also, I'm going to miss seeing things like this.|
I was exhausted from packing things and shoving them into the van, and had I not been starving from, well, packing things and shoving them into the van I'd probably have skipped over the whole thing and figured I'd eat when I got done. One of the nice things about driving through the sticks is that there's no one in front of you slowing down to gawk at someone pulled over on the roadside. We didn't change speed at all. When I move, I usually pack at nearly the last minute and do all the hauling in and out of the vehicle in the middle of the night because the sun is evil and wants to burn me. Also, if I'm going to do all that driving I'll wait until the roads are dead for the night.
But I had a whole day left and nothing to eat besides a quiche, some spaghetti sauce, and some chicken in the freezer. Since I'd been schlepping all night, I wasn't up to boiling noodles, layering stuff in a pan, and all that.
|I couldn't even be bothered to get out a plate to defrost the chicken on.|
But look at it! That's chicken spaghetti! If it holds its shape, it'd make the best chicken noodle soup ever!
Unfortunately, as soon as I started stirring it, it stopped being chicken spaghetti and turned into plain ground chicken. Two people are using regular suburban lawnmowers on a pasture. Hope they have all day.
Time to shove it all in a pan and hope it works! I tipped the quiche out of the container I'd stuffed it into.
|And doesn't it lovely?|
So, first we smoosh the quiche onto the bottom of this. I figured that way the spaghetti sauce will soak down into it as it cooks.
|You can see I decided to poke it all over with the wooden spoon so the sauce'd really get in there.|
So now, I get to put it in the oven and putz around the kitchen, secretly pleased that one simply doesn't leave supper unattended to pack.
|It ain't out of order enough to stop me.|
We're getting closer to the city now- there's less farmhouses with stables and other outbuildings and more fancy houses with no signs of any crops or livestock on the property. If I was spending that much on a place in the country I'd set it somewhere besides right on the Interstate, but maybe they want all the drivers-by to behold how much money they threw at their house.
It was really runny. I left it in for an extra half hour after the top was really melted before giving up.
And here it is on a plate after I sopped up what dribbled out after I served it.
I've usually just had supper standing in the kitchen, but as this was my last one to make in the dorm, I decided to set up at a table like a civilized person. Some car with California plates is abandoned in a ditch. In Texas.
Well, it looks ugly, but it was really tasty. It had kind of firmed up by the time I got seconds so it looked kind of layered:
And by that afternoon it had really set nicely. Also, someone left out paper plates so I didn't have to wash mine!
|This photo's kinda momentous- it's the last thing I ate in the building I've lived for the past 3 years. 15 minutes later I was signed out.|
Just passed some place called Hunt County Guns Ammo and Tattoos.