I found my slippers. Whew.
The pots and pans, however, remain in a box. One of the many boxes sitting in the kitchen, blocking an easy path to the family room. Let’s just hope that the boxes are at least labeled correctly. That would kind of be a drag if my favorite pan was in a box marked “attic”, now shoved in a closet, not to be opened for another five years.
I find it quite amazing, actually – the fact that I’m even functioning – with most of my things still unreachable. (See, I’m that gal that unpacks immediately after returning from a trip, unable to relax until every last thing is put back in its proper place.)
But, I’m okay. Indifferent, really. Pure exhaustion will do that to you.
So, what’s a gal to do without all her cookware? Well, we’ve been ordering a lot of bad Chinese food from the place down the street, eating Honey Bunches of Oats for breakfast and lunch, and wouldn’t you know it – baked potatoes with broccoli and cheese are very filling.
I’ve also been making a lot of appetizers – the kind requiring the oven and not the stove. They also don’t require utensils (which also remain in a box.)
I spotted these back around SuperBowl time, but never had a chance to try them. Until now. They sure put the pep back in my step. Wowza. These, my friends, are the Devil’s work…and I mean that in the best possible way.
Anyway, did I mention I found my slippers? This is important.
Print this recipe (from The Pioneer Woman)