Yesterday we got two things accomplished. We did our market shopping and we went to the shooting range.
I am an excellent shot with the .22s. On double action, I am probably even more accurate with my Lady Smith .38. On single action, well, the few times I tried I'm not even sure where the shots went but they weren't on any of the targets. I figured out why yesterday and realized that I was closing my eyes so tight they hurt and I don't have any reason for that. So I forced myself to keep my eye on the front target, and damn if my shots didn't start crawling into the center ring. I even managed a handful of center ring shots, and 2 bullseyes. This makes me happy. To celebrate, I got myself a new women's cut t-shirt. It's black and has the words and logo Smith & Wesson in bright pink. Above that in white, it proclaims "Yeah, I shoot like a girl!" I've earned it.
Today is all about preparing some of the harvested bounty. I'm making a chicken stew with a fresh bird from yesterday. Veggies: Fire roasted fresh pablano peppers, leeks, carrots, celery, collard greens, and garlic. Sage, Thyme, Rosemary, Parsley, fresh cracked pepper, and a little of my homemade Garam Masala spices. Not sure if I'll be adding thick noodles or throw in some dumplings. I know if I ask Brian, he'll say both. It's been on the stove since 10:30. I'll be fishing out the chicken and stock veggies when I finish this post. After I strip just the meat off the bird, I'll be throwing it in with the veggies, herbs, some cayenne and Worcestershire and a smidge of salt. Dinner about 7. It should be fantastic.
EDIT: roasting in the oven some Sweet Potato Squash tossed in olive oil. I'll throw the roasted squash in the soup near the time we eat.
After I get the soup simmering, I'm making a cake. A Rum Butter Pecan bundt cake. When it's still warm I'm going to poke some holes into the bottom and drizzle in some creamy chocolate for some fudgy tasting surprises. And a cream cheese icing.
Brian is chopping kindling and making two kindly boxes for what he's chopped. One for indoors and one for the garage.
And thus our Sunday is spent.