Saturday

 Well the chicken is good.  

Sweet and Hot Pineapple Orange chicken 

2 chicken leg quarters 

2 inch cinnamon stick, broken in half.  

One plantain, peeled, sliced, and quartered.  

1/2 (or about 1 cup chopped) sweet potato

1 cup (100% Juice!) pineapple orange juice (side note: probably very good with mango juice)

1/2 t salt 

1 T ginger root, minced or 1 teaspoon dry 

1/2 t Kashmiri (or high quality) chili powder

I use a liner.  Mix sweet potatoes and plantains on bottom layer.  Pour in the juice.  Top with half the ginger root and 1/2 the cinnamon.  Shake chili powder and salt over the chicken leg quarters, place on top.  top with the rest of the ginger and cinnamon.  Cover and cook on low for 8 hours.  

I'm going to serve it over basmati rice.  

I am working on a chicken Haleem now.  I have to soak some things first.  I'm also making some basmati rice of course.  

I was thinking about a couple of things.  1.  Cleo got back in my bed last night but acted scared until I sat in my special chair to do God Time.  She got in my lap, let me pet her, ate treats.  I told her I'm not going to give her any more flea drops.  She's still skittish, poor thing.  

I texted someone about my schedule and mentioned I have March 6 off.  March 6 is a very important day for me as it's the anniversary of my first Bible Handout and it's 15 years this year.  First Bible Handout  Evangelism.  Is.  The.  Most.  Important.  Thing.  In.  My.  Life.  

Anyway they hit me back, so sad it's the day Ron died.  No, it's the day God took him out of my life.  Big difference.  I didn't say that.  Some people in my life want to believe it was a great, passionate, love.  That he respected me.  They won't hear the truth so I've stepped back a little.  

I told someone recently I used to go to work black and blue, choke marks on my neck, arms bruised, etc.  He used to go off on me with horrible invective in front of just about anyone.  Cursing me out and calling me horrible names.  No one ever once said or did a thing.  

Side note, some time into our relationship Ron was being awful to me, I was crying over it and he said You're not crying enough.  That flipped a switch for me.  Some time later, in  a very kind and sympathetic voice, designed to elicit trust, he asked me why I never cried anymore.  I told him I didn't know.  That's who I married, that's who God took out of my life.  It takes a tremendous amount to make me cry these days.  

I did my part, I helped him, ran his business, wiped his butt when his own family ran like hell.  I did everything I should.  But I am so glad I never had children.  

I'm glad it's over.  I don't miss how he treated me.