--1 box of Winn Dixie "skillet dinner" stroganoff flavor
--1 can (15 oz) Hormel corned beef hash
All the "skillet meals" (Hamburger Helper and the like) are is a box of noodles or rice and a
packet of sauce. Not much different from Rice a Roni, boxed mac &
cheese, the Knorr side dishes, etc.
You're expected to do
everything in a skillet so that you can brown the ground beef or
chicken and all that, but any one of these can be done in a rice
cooker--and you only have the one pot to clean up.
SO: put your
noodles in the pot and add water, about 2" over the top of the noodles.
Hit the COOK button and let it bring the water to a boil. You can either
let it boil a little and then add the rest of your ingredients, or you
can add them now. Doesn't matter.
[edit: make that an inch, not 2, over the noodles; too much water makes the sauce soupy.]
Dump the can of corned beef,
the sauce mix, and a cup of milk into the cooker, stir it all together
and let it go. Once it's boiling again, you can let it finish its cycle
on its own or just cook until the noodles are done "al dente".
Shut it off, let it cool a little, and serve.
Haven't tried any; this is my first time with it; there's always ground beef and stuff like beef tips or whatever, but those would require more than the one cooking pot, which kind of defeats my "one box of this, one can of that" vibe.
This was the first try, with the recipe as I originally wrote it (2" of water); I could have added some more pasta to bulk it up a little and get 4 solid servings.
Short version: in May 2010, I was running 290/180 blood pressure. The
ER staffers were amazed I was walking upright instead of lying on a
morgue gurney after a massive stroke.
July 12, that crazy-high pressure finally tore a hole in my aorta and
tore the inner lining along the full length, all the way to where it
branches to the left & right legs.
Hurts like hell. First there's a horrible burning across the shoulder
blades, then a feeling of metal bands constricting your body as the tear
makes its way down. Everything goes haywire because blood flow is
interrupted along the way--so your guts feel like they're knotting up
(they're dying for lack of blood).
I did a week in the hospital . Lots of doctors, CT scans of the aorta
every 6 months, on BP meds the rest of my life, a full-length aortic
stent...and the physical fallout: swollen legs, get out of breath just
walking out to my car, screwed-up sleep cycles, all permanent.
Long way of telling anyone reading this: KEEP THAT BLOOD PRESSURE
CONTROLLED. I got "lucky"--there are two versions of aortic dissection.
Mine goes down, away from the heart. The version that killed John Ritter
goes toward the heart. Either one can kill.
Don't think you're too young, either. I was 42 when it happened.
This means that the "Do It Myself" stuff doesn't go as quickly. Actually, if I can't put a chair next to it, I'm screwed.
So here's me Monday afternoon (7/18), already blown out from making a grocery store run with an over-100-degree heat index. I get home and feel more and more uncomfortable, thinking it's my meds or whatever. Then I realize the air conditioner's not blowing.
It's obvious right off that it's not the "usual" problem, which has been ants getting themselves electrocuted & burned to ash by crawling onto the contacts of the big power relay on the outside air unit. That thing's running 220 volts and loads of current. Bugs are like republicans, though--they will not listen to reason and cannot be educated out of their determination to fuck with things they don't understand.
I don't bother with republicans (they get zapped, they're on their own); but I've gotten good at cleaning bug husks off the relay contacts.
This time, though, the outside unit was fine. No fan indoors, though. I did my usual thing of going to the Internet and finding schematics, learning about the air handler (indoor unit), and putting together a short list of stuff to look at.
This took all of the next day, Tuesday. It was miserable enough in my bedroom that I went and bought a second fan. I could have just put the little window air conditioner in and slept and researched in comfort that night. I ended up doing it Tuesday afternoon anyway. I pretty much had to--one of my medical problems since Aorta Day is that I can't take much heat.
Tuesday ended with me finally getting my tools in from the car and opening the air handler's cabinet.
I slept comfortably...but the rest of the house was somewhere over 90. My nephew's room at the opposite end of the house from mine was sweltering. He doesn't have a window AC unit.
I slept as much as I could, trying to recharge from the previous day's overheating. I didn't exactly bounce out of bed Wednesday morning, but I got up around 11am and got to work. Then I realized I needed my voltmeter...and wasted a few hours looking for the damn thing. It was in my car.
So now it's almost 3pm and I get the tester testing...without going into all sorts of detail let's just say I had it narrowed to 2 components. One tested good, so I started calling AC suppliers looking for the other component. Every single one turned out to be a wholesale-only shop. Two of them would sell to me as a residential customer, but there wouldn't be any warranty or return on the part.
The first one wanted almost $40, and I was ready to go for it, but it was 3:50pm and they closed at four. Crap.
By the time I found the second supplier willing to sell to me, it was nearly 3:10pm. This guy wanted $20 and would close at 4:30.
I got my nephew to drive; he's a bit more aggressive in traffic and we needed that advantage. Made it, got the part, got back, and I plugged the thing in.
Nothing. No fan.
I poked at the thermostat's buttons...and the fan came on. Hah!
The AC system ran all night, nearly 12 hours. I kept an ear open, but knew it was going to take a while for it to bring the house down to 73. It finally clicked off around 4:30 Thursday.
We all slept comfortably.
Thursday morning saw me checking the system. I'm naturally suspicious of any "success" in fixing stuff. Sure as hell, the fan wasn't running and it was almost 80.
Crap! See? Never that simple.
I poked at the thermostat, since that had made it go the day before. Nothin' doin'. But the thermostat was telling me the fan was on.
I popped out the thermostat to try resetting it.
There was a big, brown, recently-dead roach jammed into the thermostat box, belly pressed against the circuit board.
I tried shaking it out, but it was stuck. I tried prying it out and tore its ass off. Its guts and the remnants of its last meals came out, too, and introduced me to a nauseating, garlicky stink from its fermented food.
I ended up taking the thermostat apart to get that fucker out. Again, without all the details, I cleaned up the board, traced out the circuit board, and found a spot where the dead roach had apparently shorted the one freaking spot on the board that connected to the wire that controlled the fan. I've never seen anything like it before--there was enough moisture in the bug's body for it to electrocute itself in the low-voltage (24 volts!) side of the system. AND it provided enough of a circuit itself to cause damage to the board--that one component lead was eroded all the way to the foil solder pad, the solder was nearly oxidized away, and the circuit trace itself was damaged. Huh.
I cleaned some more, soldered a repair, put everything back together, and put the thermostat back in place. AC system fired up, fan came on.
Turns out I probably didn't need that controller board I bought, but it's still one less thing to go wrong later--and it was only $20. I need to bug-proof the back of the thermostat.
Went to the store. As I'm
shutting the car door, I see one of our big, brown roaches crawling
along the side window frame toward me. I reached out right-handed and
flicked it off the car to land maybe 10 feet away, in the parking lot.
A smarter creature would have pondered, turned, and scuttled off away from me.
Nope; the little shit revved up all 6 legs and came running at me like
Barney Fife on a mission--"You wait right there! I'm gonna give you
what-for! These legs are certified lethal weapons!"
He covered that 10 feet in moments, like a little dragster. Pretty impressive.