An earthquake in Washington, D.C. Not now, Lord, please, we have a son and two granddaughters living in a high-rise in Alexandria, Virginia. Richard and Krista work in tall buildings and Ariel, an architecture student at Virginia Tech just down the road. They are a long-distance commute family at the moment with mom, Sharon, working and living in Pensacola along with youngest daughter, soccer-playing/International Baccalaureate high school junior, April. Sharon is flying to her D.C. chicks and hubby this morning for a combination of work-related training and weekend play.
Various branches of the family connected via Facebook and determined everybody’s fine. I loved Krista’s status post: “we’re all ok! ariel’s back in class; dad’s biking home and i’m sitting here in the apartment stress-snacking!”
Thank God I was born with a cast iron stomach. Despite fretting over the old dog, keeping my seat belt on while riding the roller-coaster market, kids suddenly in an earthquake, with hurricanes revving up and the unpleasantness of stepping on a great big still-alive cockroach when I was sorting laundry this morning and hearing that awful “click” sound under my foot, a girl’s gotta eat.
This looks like a meal that will help me keep my strength up! in fact, I know it will, since I fixed it last week. Looks like a plan for tonight unless we get inspired and go down to Maria’s Seafood for a mess of shrimp.
I got all the recipes from a September, 2011 Martha Stewart Living magazine. They were printed on little index-type cards that you can rip right out, which I did. These are keepers.
Buck looked at the rice and said, “That rice is green.”
“Yep,” I said.
Then he ate it, every bite, and asked if I would make it again soon.