As mentioned in an earlier post, we don’t do resolutions in the 101 Centavos household. We have plans and projects that spill over from year to year, so it’s not too terribly practical to start at the magical stroke of midnight on New Year’s day.
For example, that Holy Grail of New Year resolutions, weight loss, was something I started back in July and kept on through today. Goal met, over and done with, now in maintenance mode. Although I got through the over-indulgences of the season with only a minor weight loss (1/2 lb on average), other years I’ve not fared as well — as haven’t millions of others.
Party on, eat, drink and be merry, and wake up from the over-consumption coma in January resolving to never eat, drink or spend ever again. What a First World problem, eh? Thankfully, many solve the New Year’s Day remorseful blahs by simultaneously pledging to shave inches off that butt, and feed little M’Butu in Nigeria for only $0.25 a day.
Sure. And as fitness gym owners can attest to, the bulk of their operating costs (and their sweet sweet rides) are funded by the good intentions of the formerly-motivated and still-overweight.
Plans and Good Intentions
We have a long (long! Damn it’s long!) list of projects and honey-do’s, in various stages of planning and completion. A random sampling:
- modify boat trolling motor mount (thinking about it)
- repairs on the house in Italy (in progress, 50%, contractor is slow and the weather’s not cooperating)
- new siding at farmhouse (0%, back seat to Italy house)
- fix outlets in bathroom (it WILL get done, Mrs. 101 informs)
- trim willow tree (rethinking it, too high, call the tree guy)
- fix trim on chimney (in progress, 60%)
- solar-powered drip irrigation at remote garden (wishful thinking)
- Mrs. 101′s novel (edit in progress, 10%)
- outdoor spa demolition (in progress, 50%)
- baseboard in hallway (good intentions stage)
- new shower in master bath (can’t hear)
- install new chandelier in master bedroom (change the subject)
This is but a partial list. Should we consider *all* of the projects as having to be started and completed in one year, we’d be abject failures and get all depressed and stuff.
So, we can focus on some doable goals. Which brings us to bacon.
Everything Is Better With Bacon
Mrs. 101 and I looked back at our culinary repertoire, and realized that family dinners menus were getting a little stale and repetitive. So we
resolved decided to broaden a bit by trying out 20 new recipes from our cookbook library. Mrs. 101 picked the hugely popular Pioneer Woman’s cookbook(*), and I chose Marcella Hazan’s Essentials of Italian Cooking. Ten from each.
The potato skins were screaming good, and dead easy to make. Bake the taters, cut them in half lengthwise, brush on both sides with
melted butter bacon fat, bake them again, and then load ‘em up with bacon bits, cheddar, sour cream and green onions.
Likewise for the skillet cornbread: a simple recipe made better by good photography and an easy narrative. Cornmeal, flour, baking powder, a little milk, an egg, buttermilk, and
shortening bacon fat.
In this case, the bacon fat made the cornbread tastier and richer (or so we think). The batter just sizzled UP! the sides of the hot skillet. Damn! Bacon cornbread, cowboy beans(**) and Choc beer, and a good time was had by all.
So what’s the point of all this?
Nothing much, except that a simple goal of trying out 20 new recipes is already 10% done, that it’s going to be dead-nuts easier than losing 12 pounds, and that bacon makes everything better. And, we’ll have to think of something else for little M’Butu in Nigeria: he’s likely Muslim and doesn’t eat pork.
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(*) The hyperlink to Pioneer Woman’s cookbook will lead to Amazon, a sure way for this blog to score about $0.59 commission on each sale. Early retirement, here we come! Mrs. 101 likes Pioneer Woman, by the way. They’re up in Pawhuska, not too far away from us in Tulsa, and it’s a good love story.
(**) farts are funny
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