I wanted to post a spunky picture of Sophie for Friday’s Ark but she wouldn’t come out of the ceiling. Wednesday night she had a close encounter with one of the skunks who lives under the deck. Usually the cats and the skunks peacefully co-exist; on many a balmy night the skunks root around under the bird feeder while the cats watch from the hot tub cover. Right now, with just a hint of Spring in the air the skunks are sort of rammy and Sophie went barreling out with a little more energy than usual and wham!
Sophie’s a proud and meticulous cat, in the best feline tradition, so she was more than a little mortified at the stinky state of affairs. She knocked at the window in Rich’s office, came in and immediately popped up into the rafters above his desk. In 36 hours we never saw her despite a lot of, "here, kitty, kitty, kitty" but this afternoon her hunger apparently got the better of her. She came down long enough to dine and then she was out the window to take care of business and quickly back in for what had to be another in a long series of baths. She’s mostly de-skunked herself but shows no sign of letting up on the licking. Here she is eating on top of Rich’s bookcase where her food is safe from the fat cat.
I’m thinking it must be SuperBowl weekend. Rich is conspicuously absent. He has a job that lots of folks would envy, serving as a consultant to management of the NFL, ESPN, Anheiser-Busch, MLB, etc. He makes his living off sports and he spends long work days and lots of travel time thinking about sports and leisure in America. This means that things like the U.S. Tennis Open, Indy 500, and SuperBowl come around and we have front row seats. Fun? Not so much. For Rich, he most always has to be work conscious and when spouses are included it’s usually a lot of social schmoozing, which isn’t really up my alley. Tennis? I’ll happily sit in a catered box seat. Racing is too noisy and I’m not much interested in football beyond the college level. I enjoy the annual Maui trip for the Xterra World Championship Triathlon. That incidentally, will be broadcast tomorrow on CBS just prior to the SuperBowl and I watch that because I usually catch a glimpse of myself there, watching at the finish line. That’s sort of vain, I guess. Anyway, if you like triathlon stuff, tune in before the big game for that show. The competitors are phenomenal athletes, many amateur, and the grand prize is something like an airline ticket and 2,000.- a very far cry from NFL contracts.
Because the SuperBowl is here this year (or within 50 miles of here) lots of Rich’s colleagues are in town for parties and the game. The whole weekend is filled with them, from black tie to the giant Budweiser party at Tiger Stadium. Rich has to "work" but I’m staying cozy at home because it’s cold and dreary and rainy.
I did kick off the weekend with, well, not a bang- more of a smoosh. I was way overdue- shame on me. I bank on a low risk personal and family history- which is a very risky thing to do. Afterwards, I felt happy leaving with a good report- one less thing to worry about. All that mauling is a small price to pay for the peace of mind. Or early warning. And what are you waiting for? There are people depending on you- make your appointment now!
One last thing: SuperBowl Sunday is the best excuse to eat extravagantly and excessively. We’ll try and keep it low key but I make a wicked Etoufee for the occasion.I use:
-a good stock and roux base
– a really good long grain/wild rice mixture
– those home canned tomato products from last summer
-1# Amy’s chicken maple apple sausage
– 2 large rings of Eckrich smoked sausage
– 4 boneless skinless chicken breasts sauteed separately and shredded
-3 # of JUMBO (biggest you can get) peeled and deveined fresh shrimp, sauteed in butter and garlic.
I add some fine chop peppers and onion and garlic and Cajun seasoning plus homemade hot sauce to taste.
Those are the basic ingredients and I mess around with it until it’s quite spicy and the right consistency and I avoid okra at all costs. I leave it simmering on the stove starting around 4 and make homemade corn bread. We keep plenty of beer in the fridge and people eat throughout the afternoon whenever they choose. We will be rooting for the Seahawks.
And you? Who are you cheering for and more importantly, what are you eating?