So, last night I was in my third day of heavy chest pains, not sure if I was on the brink of the major heart attack the cardiologist told me I would have six years ago. Frantically looking for my nitro-stat, absolutely certain that was it. I decided to have a last meal of a beautiful black rice I found a few months ago and hadn’t tried yet, so while it was simmering, decided to try a glass of soda and water. Well, the title says it all. It was actually a series of burps, if you’ll excuse the plain expression here. And some extra relief from another source I can’t really put delicately, but could run a car across the country with. Ah, what the heck. We all have gas at times.
I took a photo of my black rice, which is a beautiful purple when done. And what a taste! My new favorite rice. I made a mushroom gravy to go on top, then thinly sliced some fresh spinach between the hot rice and the hot gravy, and oh, how delicious. Not being a food blogger, even knowing the correct words (because I follow a lot of food bloggers) I don’t know how to spell the word for making the thin slices of spinach, chif n something, and I’m tired of spell check trying to correct me all the time, but if you ever see this in your grocery, try it. Organic, gluten free, cholesterol free, low cal, and self proclaimed food of the Emperors, this peasant can say I’m glad said Emperors allowed us to have so buy it.
You’ve met my son Don, the ultimate UK basketball fan. I just called him to see if he’s happy today (UK played in the Final Four last night) and he’s happy. So, tomorrow, or maybe the day after, I’ll see if he’s extactic. One last game for the season. Since I personally don’t watch the games, I have to be an enthusiastic follower because UK is in the family. Don and my daughter, Gina, shown here with son Ethan, currently Freshman at UK, and hubby Bill, chief of staff at UK, as well as grad, are both graduates there. Older brother Tony retired from there. I have thousands of cousins and a brother (Ray) who have UK rooms in their homes, not to mention an Aunt and Uncle, (my Aunt Marie on the left, and my Mom, Mary , on the right) all of whom would ream me out of the family if my veins showed any color but Wildcat blue.
Oh, goodness, I have some email to check, some blogs to visit, and some googling to do, to see if I can find a sand blaster for my sinuses. Even my trusty Netti Pot isn’t helping this year. Ever hear the expression “Arrrrrrgh”? Okay, spell check. I say that’s a word.