Breakfast this morning, while I write a bit more and ponder what to do today.
That's Meyer lemon from my L.A. friend's tree. I brought a dozen with me when I left a week ago. I'd like to have taken more (I don't think she's using them) but I didn't have specific uses for them so I restrained myself.
Last night I had one of the chicken enchiladas from Wolfe's, and can write a bit more about what they're made of and how they taste.
Here's the ingredient list, graciously written out by the staff member who prepared my order:
I once again cooked it in the oven in one of the Corelle pie pans I'd picked up at a Yuma yard sale. That's a pretty good vessel for the purpose.
I probably still don't have the right time and temperature, but it came out better last night than the last time, when a telephone call distracted me. I started at 350F, decided that wasn't hot enough, turned it up to 400 or so, then decided that was too hot. Probably turning the pan would have helped also.
Still, it was very good. As with so many things, the quality of the ingredients is the key. The chicken breast chunks are a fairly good size, and very tender. The notes say they're baked with olive oil, salt and pepper, and garlic powder. I suspect the baking is a key factor. Here's the best money shot I could manage:
This time, the flavor and texture of the corn tortillas was unmistakeable. I loved it. I'm glad I have more of these.
All the time I was doing my evening thing, a storm was blowing in. Dust below me on Lake Owens,
clouds and eventually a scattering of rain above me.
The wind shook the trailer and I rearranged the pickup to make what windbreak I could (not much). Bishop, some 50 miles north, was reporting wind 28 gusting to 43. That's knots. In mph that came out to nearly 50 mph wind gusts, nearly broadside to the trailer. (In kph it sounds even more scary: 79 kilometers per hour!)
I went to bed with the Beach Boys' Barbara Ann ringing in my head: you got me rockin' and a rollin', rockin' and a reelin' BoberAnn.
This morning it was 43F. Still gusty wind. Classic post-cold-front weather. The wind is nowhere near as strong, but last time I looked there were still travel advisories for my intended route. There's a pilot's adage that it's better to be on the ground wishing you were in the sky, than the other way around. I'm in a similar position here. Maybe I'll move today, maybe not.
