We had a good time at Jim’s wine club. People could not believe I made the dough for Empanadas from scratch or how much Jim knows about wine. The host’s husband is from South America. Do you know that Goya makes the crusts pre cut for you to make them? Another learning experience. Prior to leaving today, we had another problem with the pool house builder. We are eating breakfast, not that early. We get a call from the builder from hell. “Is the roofer there?” “No” Roofer finally shows up as Jim is in the shower, getting ready for our evening evert. I think, oh boy, something is finally going to be done. Wrong!!! He puts a tarp over the plastic that Jim has spent weeks to make sure is taped securely. Does he tape it? No. Then he has the nerve to ring the door bell and tell me what he has done and gives a liter-nary of excesses as to why he is not doing his job. I stood there and listened and then closed the door. I went into the bedroom and told the princess of the house the roofer’s tale. He called the roofer back. I listened to the shit outside my art room window and had had enough, especially when it went into the Superbowl shit. So, I sent the builder from hell an email that said what I had told Jim the day before. He is done with everything that needs to be done before the cool deck goes down by the end of February or I will report him to the BBB. I outlined all that had to be done. I wrote the builder and copied Jim. Luckily I was in the shower when he answered, beginning with “I must be misinformed.” Jim wrote back that he had not read my email correctly, mister nice guy. However, because Jim told me of the answer, I immediately got on line and let him have it. If you ever tell me that I must be misinformed about anything that has to do with construction, you better be dead right. He has until the end of this month to get his part of the job done or he will wish he was dead. He followed my email requesting a meeting. There will be no meeting. He can submit a schedule as to how he intends to get this finished by the end of February or he can expect the consequences. I am done with the talking. I have a question, do contractors have a class or a book of excuses, or does this come naturally to builders?
Unfortunately being out of bed again, Saturday, and with the stress of the this builder from hell, I was dead to the world again. Jim went the Super Bowl party alone. First of all why people celebrate rapist, wife and children beaters, is beyond me. Do you really feel sorry for someone that couldn’t get out of AZ today that spent $5000 to $35000 for a seat to celebrate the win of one group of thugs over another?
Tonight’s dinner, like I said if I don’t want to eat take out, I have to get up and cook. I get up by noon and then cook. This is from the WW Easy Mains. It was very good, but I added 1/2 T salt and pepper. I served it over rice instead of polenta.
Ingredients:
1 bunch of broccoli rabe, coarsely chopped (I used 2 bunches of broccolini)
2 t EVOO
1 onion, thinly sliced
2 large garlic cloves, minced
2 (5 -oz. ) skinless boneless chicken breasts, cut cross wish into 1 1/2” strips
1/2 C reduced-sodium chicken broth
1/4 t red pepper flakes
I added 1/2 t salt and many grindings of pepper
Directions:
I have to admit I did not exactly follow directions. I did not pre boil the broccolini. I aded the stems with the onion.
- Bring large saucepan of water to boil. Add broccoli rabe and cook until tender, about 5 minutes; drain.
- Heat oil in medium heavy nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Add onion and cook, stirring until softened, about 5 minutes. (I added the stems of the broccolini at this time.)
- Add garlic and cook, stirring until fragrant, about 30 seconds.
- Add chicken and cook, stirring frequently , just until no longer pink, about 2 minutes.
- Add broth, pepper flakes, and the remaining flowerettes of the broccolini. Reduce heat and simmer, covered, until chicken is cooked through, about 5 minutes longer.
This was a good recipe. This WW cookbook is better than the other one. I served over rice instead of polenta