A Fall Colorless Weekend

Unfortunately there was not much fall color in the U.P. (upper peninsula) this past weekend. Unless you count this colorful lunch I had :)

I did get a few nice shots of the bridge.

This is a monument to the men who died while constructing the bridge.

This is the most "fall" color I could find!

I took this one after we walked about a half mile on a trail in the woods. We came to an opening with this gorgeous view! I used my 10X zoom to get this shot. It was neat because as you walked into the woods, you could hear all of the traffic on the express way slowing down to pay the bridge fare. You would never guess that this place existed if you didn't know about it.
I did a little deck clean up when I got home from work today--dumped a few baskets, hauled the debris away, etc. After about an hour of work, I decided to go inside and make a nice dinner. That is not something I feel like doing very often on a work night. I searched the freezer and found a 3lb. bag of chicken tenders that I put in the microwave to unthaw.

Just as they were about unthawed DH walked in with a rotisserie chicken and some broccoli salad! He was rather surprised to find me working in the kitchen. He hardly knew what to say when he saw I was cooking chicken!

I learned long ago that men are very much like children. You never want to discourage positive behaviour even if it does not happen at the most opportune moment. So I praised the man for bringing home dinner and set about cooking the rice I had planned for my side dish. It was a delicious meal.



After cleaning up the dishes, I roasted two big pans of chicken tenders and prepared some mirepoix (carrots/onions/celery)to soften in a bit of olive oil.
After a short time I had a huge pot of chicken vegetable noodle soup all cooked for later in the week.
I had a ton of chicken so I froze half of the cooked tenders in chicken stock to use for another big pot of soup later this winter. In a couple of months I will be very glad to find that bag of chicken all set for soup.






Now I am off to finish reading the novel I started on my trip--The Alpine Quilt, by Mary Daheim. This is the first book of hers that I have read. I am finding it an enjoyable light mystery and am eager to find out who killed Genevieve.



I have a message on my phone from the library saying that Jennifer Chiaverini’s latest Elm Creek Quilts novel, The Quilter's Homecoming, is in.
I have to pick it up by Friday. So it looks like I will be spending a good deal of time this weekend on the sofa snuggled in one of my own quilts while reading this eagerly-awaited novel.