Slow Saturday

I thought it would be fun to post the recipe for my favourite dish made by my mother. She gave me this many years ago but I've never tried it. Too scared to fudge it up I suppose. I don't think I have the right casserole dish either. Sometimes it's the bake ware that makes the dish special. Something extra outside of the ingredients and preparation. Or maybe I've just been watching way too many episodes of X-Files this week. I was too scared to watch during the original airing over twenty years ago but I've mustered enough courage and curiosity to undertake the foray into the unknown now at this point in my life. I got my mitts on season one and have been ocularly attached for a few days. I have to admit it's still relatively spooky and the music throughout the episodes do build a heightened sense of suspense but I haven't had any frightful dreams yet. I usually just do one disc a night. It's an old show, it comes on discs. 

After an early morning rain, the sun is blaring in the window again. I am happy to see the snow go but have been scrambling to get everything prepped for the upcoming hurricane of activity that is planting season. Every time I think I'm ahead of the game I get pulled in a different direction. Certainly keeps me on my toes. 

I have been playing with the idea of writing small chunks of a story and posting them on here. If I get even one comment with encouragement I'll start down that path. I'm not sure of the genre yet or what kind of time I'll have going forward but I used to love writing as I've mentioned previous so I might take a stab at it. See if I've still got it.

I've rumbled along enough for the time being and upon allowing my eyes to drift upwards I'm sure I've contributed nothing of value for today, but that's fine, not really the point of it. I guess there is the recipe. I hope someone tries it and lets me know what they think. Maybe I will shop for a proper dish and make a stab at it myself. Maybe not, only time will tell.