Last week, from the attached garage of my crash pad, came the sound of a giant cricket. Cricketzilla sounded about 3 feet long, but the one time I spotted him when I turned the light on, he was much smaller. But dang, he's LOUD. Night after night he chirped away on the other side of my bedroom wall. Leaving the garage door open for a bit didn't encourage him to leave. I was wondering as to ways to dispatch him (would using a silencer on a cricket be illegal or apropos?)
I did a little checking on line, apparently the life span of the average field cricket is just a couple of months. Already an adult, he likely had only a few weeks to live, if that.
The poor little guy, he doesn't even make it to Halloween. I didn't have the heart to take him out. He could stay safe in my garage as my pet cricket.
I named him "Mort".
Fortunately, for we humans, our life span is much longer if we are blessed and take care of ourselves.
But as I get older, I try and eat better. But after a recent blood donation I found my cholesteral was, as my long time family doctor put it ,"*#(@, what's your secret?!" The total was down in the low 100 range. Bad cholesteral last checked was 29 and good cholesteral was at the top end of the good range. My b/p was 105 over 58. Trust me, it's not due to my cooking habits on the weekends.
As I explained it to my best friend at work when I brought him some leftover pie this morning.
"Five days a week my body's a temple, on the weekends it's an amusement park".
This was NOT a weekend of salads.
I had company coming by one night and I wanted to make something special. I had lasagna "round ups", usually referred to as "roll ups" but having speared more than one round bale of hay with a John Deere in my time, I renamed them. I'd made them the day before and tucked away.
I had pesto, also made a couple days ago and I had all kinds of cheese left from the tractor show tailgate bash. There was broccoli and fresh spinach, chicken and a loaf of fresh baked bread on the counter. There was pie, if we could still move.
I was ready to create.
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Lasagna Round Ups with Pesto Alfredo Sauce
Lasagna noodles, individually covered with a mixture of egg, cheese and spice were rolled up in individual bundles and covered in a four cheese alfredo sauce spiked with garlic and nutmeg to which was added spinach seared with more garlic and homemade pesto. The results were then slow baked until creamy. It's not ever going to be considered "heart healthy", but it was excellent and got rave reviews. I served it with crispy oven baked chicken, lots of steamed broccoli and the homemade bread to round up any extra sauce. We never did get to the pie and it went home with everyone.
As I lay in bed before sleep, ready to be back at work early in the morning, I thought about plain oatmeal for breakfast. But it was a good weekend, I also thought, as I listened to Mort out in the garage, equipped with what could only be cricket sub woofers. I sighed and turned on my environmental noise machine to block the sound, a useful bit of technology for those times I have to sleep in the day after pulling late duty.
From the sound machine . . . . a symphony of crickets. . . .
You all enjoy the good times, however long they last.