NEW ADVENTURES ~ Napavine & Chehalis

The day started out pretty energetic.

I woke up early … so I filled the coffee basket with fresh ground coffee, and plugged Grandma Smalley’s percolator in; the heavenly odor of flavored coffee beans wafted through the kitchen with the enticing scent of the marinade I was preparing for my chicken Supper, later on.

Yogurt & Spiced Chicken prepped to marinade in 'fridge for a couple hours.

Then it turned bad … but it morphed into something good as the tires on the Highlander ate up mile after mile of roadway.

Around 9 AM, I poured the perked coffee into Bob's heavy duty thermos to keep it hot; then I called the Emergency Physicians Inc., in calimexarabia to ask why they keep sending me threatening letters when I have been mailing them payments since January 13^th. I was told by an outsourced person (who kept saying, ‘can you hold for a moment’), that they haven’t received any payment. I repeated again, that I have been sending payment every month since January – and I have documentation to prove it (copies of the bill statement as well as my payment/receipts of postage dates). She kept repeating that she is not seeing that payment has been received. I asked her if they are not receiving mail at their office; she said that no, they haven’t been. So, I said, “Then the problem is not on my end – the problem is on your end; and you better get it figured out, because I do not want this to go to collection agency because of your negligence on your end.” She said, if you can send me a picture of your payments, I can clear this up.” To which I replied, “If you are not collecting or opening your mail to receive my payments, I’m pretty sure you will not be seeing the pictures you want me to send either. So, here’s what’s gonna happen … I will send yet another payment, but this time, I will send it with a confirmation request: I want someone’s hands to sign for receiving it. And if I get another letter like this one, I will hire a Lawyer to settle it once and for all. This is ridiculous".

Well, that got her attention.

She started backtracking. 

What she said next had me counting to ten …

She said, “Well, we do get mail at the office, but I do not see that we have received anything from you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears!

A few minutes ago, she said they have not been receiving mail at their office.

I said, “Then you better check again. Because it is hard for me to believe that out of all the mail you suddenly remember receiving, mine is the only mail that has been consistently ‘must have been lost in the mail’ for 4 fricking months! Like I said, I have documentation that I have sent payment since January 13^th.”

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/01/chaotic-day.html; https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/02/between-rains.html ... and 2 more scanned mailings which I am not sharing here because of personal information)

I hung up because I was getting steamed up, and I was tired of the outsourced office drone parroting scripted sentences.

I am tired of the covid nonsense.

I got dressed, washed my hair … and drove into town to the Post Office to mail off another payment envelope again.

My foot was on the gas petal, but I really didn’t need fossil fuel to get that thing moving; the car was cruising through downtown on my steam, alone.

I hadn’t even got to enjoy my morning coffee, yet.

I was hungry.

And I was seriously pissed.

Thankfully, I was able to nip into a parking spot close to the P.O. building.

Blessedly, there was only myself and 2 other people (it was that early, that all the calimexarabia bullshit started): I was able to transact my business quickly.

Sending a certified payment to the outsourced CA Dr's. This is bullshit nonsense.

I better not get another snotty notice from these educated moron 'heros'.

Leaving the city center, I knew I needed to unwind – and relax.

Fast.

To defuse.

When I get this worked up, I need to get away: everything feels like it is pressing in on me.

I knew if I went home, I’d just stew about calimexarabia’s nonsense that centers around covid insanity.

I hear a country road calling my name ...

11 AM. SW gas $3.19 a gallon. I ran thru about $7.00 of it by 4 PM.

I really had no plans – I just wanted to get out of town … and as far away from people as I could reasonably get with a bum leg.

I let the car have its way with the road stretched out before it.

Virginia Way from Longview. 8 mins

By the time I reached Bond Road, I kinda knew what I wanted to do.

Bond Road, Kelso from Virginia Way. 13 mins. (backroad to Castle Rock - off Ostrander)

I wanted to spread my wings and fly – without relying on written notations (which were at home because I hadn’t planned a daytrip venture).

I turned off into Castle Rock … and onto Napavine.

To explore something new.

Something I had not ever experienced with Bob: we had passed through Napavine, but we had never done what I was planning to do when I got there today.

Evaline, WA from Bond Road, Kelso. 34 mins

Logging at Evaline; ugly logging 'eco-friendly' pyramid pyres; Schoolhouse Road.

Map MAP Napavine from Evaline. 4 mins

Mayme Shaddock Park, Napavine.

Walking above the railroad tracks.

The tracks are still active ...

One part of the end trail leads to another part of Napavine.

Just a short distance away, the end of the trail circles back ... or leads into a town street.

A pretty painted garden box - there were 4 of them lined up in a row.

A short, but fun walk.

Back at the Park entrance.

(https://discoverlewiscounty.com/outdoor-adventures/mayme-shaddock-park)

The walk felt good.

And my leg was behaving.

I was feeling adventurous.

Working off a head of steam can make me feel adventurous: curiosity redirects my thoughts and keeps me too busy to feed the anger.

I wanted to walk a hiking trail a bit down the road; I wanted to explore a new section of the Willapa Hills Trail that I had never done with Bob. We had walked one side of the trail … but not the side I was planning on walking today.

Willapa Hills Trail from Napavine. 13 mins

Willapa Hills Trail.

Little pond along the Willapa Hills Trail.

This section of the paved lengthy Willapa Hills Trail is about a mile and a half long.

Willapa Hills Trail - from Chehalis to South Bend; 56 miles long.

(https://www.traillink.com/trail/willapa-hills-state-park-trail-/#trail-detail-about)

The Willapa Hills Trail crosses several rivers - over abandoned railroad tracks.

The Chehalis River crosses under the boarded tracks of the Willapa Hills Trail in Chehalis.

The earthy smell of creosote on the rail timbers beneath the trail boards. The Willapa Hills Trail.

A farm machinery graveyard. LOL. I could see the Hillcrest Food Mart from this angle of the trail.

Old Highway 603. Scenic - a nice country drive.

I like this trail. 

I enjoyed myself on the solo lobo jaunt.

I’ll come back later this year and rewalk the section Bob and I used to walk.

I figured 3 miles hiking (the 2 walks combined), was enough on my leg today. It was behaving, but it also needs to be used gently for the time being – I was sitting in Lakeshore Clinic yesterday afternoon because it was hurting; so, I have to pamper it for a while.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/04/god-help-me.html)

Moderation is the name of the game. 

The anger had backed down … I had explored new places/new activities … it was time to point the car’s nose towards home.

I made a backroad loop back home through Chehalis – along Jackson Highway – through Toledo, Castle Rock, and Delameter to Coal Creek; which drops me into my backyard.

Snow-topped temperamental Mt. St. Helens, and her frosted sister Cascade peaks. Jackson Highway coming into Toledo.

A cart stacked with racks of antlers. Toledo. Truck took the crossover road towards Toutle.

More road work at Castle Rock end of Delameter Road.

This road pilot was acting very strangely ...

At first, I thought he had to make a quick pit stop to empty his bladder. Things got weirder.

Very strange behavior from both of them.

Laying blacktop.

The necessities ruin the view. And that man-made-hill is an eye-sore. Road work all the way to Melton Rd.

I enjoyed the day’s outing; but I was also glad to be home – the drive, itself, was 3 hours long (round trip).

There were no hidden surprises in the mailbox.

And I was anticipating the new adventure my taste buds would enjoy.

Grilling Supper in my Panni Grill; Yogurt & Spice Chicken.

Yogurt & Spice Chicken with a tossed green salad.

My supper was delicious 😊

Now, I am going to enjoy a movie … and then shuffle off to Buffalo (go to bed) 😉

GOD, HELP ME

I woke up this morning, feeling pain similar to what I went through the Fall/Winter of 2020.

It unnerved me.

I can't be consistently laid up with leg pain that keeps me flat on my back when it hits with a vengeance. 

I can’t afford to be handicapped.

I am a woman living alone – a senior woman; with no one checking on me, on a regular basis.

My life has got to be functionable. 

My life has got to have a quality of life to it.

I have plans that do not include a bum leg.

Assisted Living is not for me!

I called Lakefront Clinic and made an appointment to be seen at 2:10 PM.

Dr. Landry is still out on maternity leave, so I was assigned a new Dr.; Dr. Weeks. I have never liked sitting in doctor’s waiting rooms – having spent so much time in this particular waiting room when Bob was so ill those Fall months before he went into the hospital and never came out alive, again … has made waiting to be called to my clinic cubicle, more complicated. I really had to focus on ‘maintaining’.

I hate waiting in medical facilities.

Before Dr. Weeks actually {saw} me, his assistant came I to take my vitals (aside from my temperamental leg, my vitals are where they need to be, at my age).

The attending nurse thought perhaps I had sprained a muscle or two, doing exercises and hiking: that is not what is causing the pain – I exercise and walk every day … my body is used to that; and I’ve even cut those things back some.

The pain is generated by something else.

Pharmaceuticals mentioned ...

Every one of my parents, and siblings, used drugs – and they ruined their lives, and health. I do not want to get started down that path!

Exercise and stretching is not the issue - it's a nerve issue, not a muscle issue.

When Dr. Weeks did finally show up, he didn’t seem concerned with my exercise regime, or my hikes. But, his questions did raise more concerns.

The underlying issue is still questionable.

He seemed to think the root cause is that bulged disc in my back … or “a muscle issue called piriformis syndrome” – or, God forbid, “a rare issue called cauda equina syndrome”: but for today, he settled on sciatica: and sent me home with prescriptions based on that diagnosis.

This may be considered if things do not get better with my leg.

He told me that this inflammation (for whatever reason) will continue.

The pain can be controlled with pharmaceuticals, or with herbals – I choose herbals. He suggested ginger shots made with ginger and vinegar (premade/sold, or homemade); and turmeric capsules; these I can get at the health food store in town.

And if the pain relief doesn’t start responding as it should, the situation may warrant further investigation to ferret out a more satisfactory diagnosis.

Apparently, this is something that is not going to go away ...

Physical Therapy may not be happening.

But I am not going to dwell on any of it: if things get worse, or go south fast – then, I’ll deal with those concerns.

I am not going to torture myself with the shadowy ‘what if’s’.

Guesstimate diagnoses were a little disheartening.I hate shots! From my point of view, an epidural steroid injection isn’t likely to happen as long as I am alive and kicking (even if kicking painfully).

For the time being, I’ll swallow more prednisone tablets (and a new one, Flexeril).

A new muscle relaxer.

The new one will be swallowed at bedtime, because it causes drowsiness.

And maybe I won’t use it at all because of my arrhythmic heart beat (1-2-3-SKIP A BEAT -1,2,3 …). While it is true that death can’t be avoided in life: we don’t need to actively court it.

I’ll call the clinic tomorrow morning and ask why Dr. Weeks prescribed a pill that is risky to use with hearts like mine (the pharmacist was no help at all).

Aging is not for sissies! 

On a brighter note: I opened my mailbox upon returning to home turf, and saw that my package of seeds has arrived 😊 

My booty 😉

Now, I just need my leg to get better; so I can plant them. The garden beds Bob built and placed for me here, rest on bulky river rock in the back yard – and chunky lava rock in the front yard. 

God, help me …

WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY!

The morning here began with birdsong.

There was a light drizzle … but that has now fizzled out 😊

I have half a pre-cooked ham in the oven heating; and music fills my indoor spaces.

Church buildings still have their doors closed out of fear – but thank Elohei the door to Heaven is open 24/7/365 … and into Infinity!

Here, on Earth, today is being acknowledged, and celebrated, as a glorious day.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuFvhjEO0Ao)

In Heaven – our Home above the clouds – this day is also being acknowledged and celebrated as a glorious day. Bob always loved to sing; and he had a good voice. I am sure his voice is raised with the Angel Choir as they praise and worship Yeshua 😊

2021 years ago, a week began that would change the things significantly.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3kc1jDahU4)

Religion would be sidelined, and Life would be offered to all those who thirst and hunger for life: in this world, and the next.

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/03/passover-shabbat-resurrection-sunday.html)

Fear, pain, and suffering would be replaced by peace, and blessed assurance that walks hand-in-hand with faith in the healing power of Elohim’s love and Yeshua’s saving grace.

So, it doesn’t matter too much that church buildings are closed: the true Church is not barred, and does not cease due to DC dictates – or demonrat governor mandates.

The true Church is not hamstrung.

All through History, kings, queens, perverse lifestyles, and local magistrates have done their best to crush the spirit of the faithful, and/or eradicate Christians among the populace.

They have done some damage, there is no denying that fact; but they cannot erase what Elohim set in place.

Elohei is the power.

Elohim is the Father.

Yeshua is the Creator.

Faith marches on.

What a glorious Day that must have been 2021 years ago – when the empty tomb was seen; and Yeshua revealed His resurrected Self to those looking for Him!

John 20; Luke 24; Hebrews 9:28

What a blessing – and outpouring of love – to serve such a God!

Our God is A LIVING/LOVING God: not a man-made conception of a fear-mongering deity conceived in egomania and served in life-sucking fear.

SHABBAT SHALOM ~ Thankful for Opportunities

Tonight, as I enter into my Shabbat Rest, I am thankful for opportunities.

I’ve been blessed with opportunities since becoming a Christian in 1965.

Tonight, begins the closing of Holy Week: in which Messianic Christians all over the world, celebrates Messiah’s sacrificial victory over death – and Yeshua’s resurrection that grants life eternal to all those who acknowledge Him as Elohim’s own Son; and accepts the salvation He was born to give at Calvary.

I am thankful this opportunity still exists; though with the obamanite cartel’s power grab from DC/Nationwide, makes this a very fragile opportunity.

So, while I still have the freedom to celebrate Holy Days in freedom, I do so tonight.

Tonight, 2021 years ago, Yeshua willingly went to Calvary to purchase my redemption. I can’t do a video today because every time I think on Yeshua’s great love for me … I choke up/tear up, and I can’t speak around the lump in my throat.

I heard this sermon decades ago; and never forgot it.

It’s Friday, But Sunday Is Coming

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QS2wPotScZY)

Every time I go through a hard patch – or face a hard situation: I remember these words. “It’s Friday ~ but Sunday’s coming.”

On Calvary, Yeshua purchased my freedom & conquered death … I need not fear anyone or anything this life on Earth throws my way.

And, a LOT is being thrown at Christians from DC, and demonrat governors in every State that has been snookered by crooked/wicked obamanite politics since 2009.

I am thankful for the opportunities that kept my feet on the straight and narrow, and kept my soul from lucifer’s snares.

THANK YOU, YESHUA!

Thank You for what You DID for ME 2021 years ago, on Calvary.

((((THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!))))

There was great rejoicing in the Heavenly Courts 2021 years ago, when Yeshua flung open the gates of sheol; and the people who had died believing they would see Him were freed and walked into Heaven.

That’s My King

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCuRKE707MM)

Time is wrapping up – for me personally, and for the world in general: daily I need to make sure my heart is right, and that I am ready to meet Yeshua when the time comes. I can't be sidelined by the chaos continually whipped up by obamanites bent on destruction.

I need to keep my heart, thoughts, and actions straight: I don't want to find myself benched in the end game.

So, tonight, I ignoring the world at large – and celebrating Yeshua and His mission.

People of this fallen world gleefully think Yeshua was conquered at Calvary – they are mistakenly wrong: Calvary was the reason He allowed Himself to be born into this world. He allowed Himself to be sin’s scapegoat for righteousness’ sake.

Yeshua is love, pure love – personified.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Svr8W5IwKw)

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKyhGyTW_TM)

I am thankful for the opportunity Yeshua took, at Calvary … 1956 years into the future, when a little girl would be born on a cold December afternoon – the same little girl would hear the wonderful Scripture recounting of His birth, steadfast faithful love, and great sacrifice to redeem her; on another cold December day in 1964. She gave her life to Him mere days before her 8^th birthday. She was water baptized the summer of 1965; and received her own Bible the Fall of 1966.

And I have lived my whole life, since that day, dedicated to Yeshua.

Welcoming every opportunity to be abundantly blessed by the Lover of my soul, and Husband in my widowing years.

I follow Yeshua’s example in all the ways I live my life.

Yeshua, Who came to Earth born under the Law, lived a Jewish human life for 33 years (John 1:11), is the only person EVER to have perfectly observed The Sabbath. He did this perfectly because Yeshua IS Creator … HE CREATED OUR WORLD, US, AND THE SABBATH ;-) Yeshua declared Himself to be Who He IS when He said, “the Son of man is Lord of The Sabbath” (Matthew 12:1-8).

There is a lot going on I the world today … very little of it any good.

But, thank Elohim, for the opportunity of Yeshua’s faithful love and gracious goodness, that makes all of that moot: for those who trust in Him and His redeeming power.

Yeshua cleared a debt I could not pay.

Yeshua, the Lamb of God, gives perfect peace.

It is possible to have peace in the midst of the storm – I have experienced that peace several times in my lifetime when I make time for opportunity blessings by keeping my eyes on Yeshua and my mind on Elohei.

What a wonderful Shabbat tonight is!

Devil’s Deputy Talks With Klaus Schwab

by Jon Rappoport ~ April 1, 2021

Hi, Klaus. Satan asked me to drop by and have a chat with you.

How’s he doing?

He really wants to get The Great Reset off the ground. World fascism. Universal Guaranteed Income tied to social credit score.

We’re working on it.

He knows you and your people at the World Economic Forum are pushing as hard as you can.

I was hoping you’d have an update on my suite of rooms in Hell. The construction has been underway for a year.

The workers are almost finished, Klaus. I’ll send you photos soon. We want to get the virtual landscape right. You look through any window and you see the Swiss Alps. Installing the weather changes…there was a minor problem with the transition from winter to spring, but I think we’ve fixed it.

Good.

We could be looking at a problem with the NBA, Klaus. Reports of slaves making sneakers in China are piling up. The NBA players are supporting “social justice” protests, but they’re wearing slave-made shoes on the court. If ESPN covers the story…

I don’t think that’ll happen. Too much ad revenue at stake.

It’s tricky, Klaus.

I’m heading to China next month. I’ll speak with Xi Jinping.

See if you can get a few minutes with Michael Jordan.

How is the Hell on Earth operation proceeding?

Well, Klaus, we may need some help from your computer engineers. We have measurement problems with the current algorithms. The hundred-year plan is to remake Earth so it mirrors Hell in all respects. But how do you calculate progress toward that goal precisely? There are thousands of variables. Of course, in general, we’re succeeding. But we’re scientists. We want to be able to apply precise numbers to our reports. Satan is a stickler for numbers. MIT, Harvard. He has that background.

I have sharp people. Keep me posted. I can lend them to you. —Listen, I’m worried about the vaccine.

We’re keeping a close eye on that. Fauci continues to screw the pooch. He’s out of control. Ego. He contradicts himself every few days. We may have to sideline him. Give him a medal, a Nobel, and put him out to pasture. Which new fake virus are you considering for the next phase, Klaus?

We’re thinking about a rerun of Ebola and Zika. Both. We already have lots of prior propaganda built up on them. The hemorrhaging and bleeding symptom of Ebola scares the hell out of people. It’s useful. All we have to do is increase antibiotic usage and the spraying of organophosphate insecticides and, voila, we produce bleeding. It’s a winner.

Good. Because the “new COVID strain” fantasy isn’t selling. Are more lockdowns coming in America?

We’re trying. I don’t want to see large crowds at NSCAR, and college football next fall.

Keep testing these athletes, Klaus. Every day, if necessary. Jam that long stick right up into their brains to get samples for the PCR.

So why are you really here? What does Satan want?

This is secret society stuff, Klaus. Need to know only. Keep it strictly confidential.

Of course.

Hell is overcrowded. It’s a serious problem. As we told you a long time ago, people come here because they WANT TO. They’re not consigned. In the last year, we’ve had a major influx. We investigated. Turns out it’s the Reincarnation Hesitancy factor. Fewer people want to return to Earth for another life. And they’re scared about the entrance requirements for Heaven, so they show up in Hell.

Why are they hesitant about reincarnating?

The increasing chaos on Earth. But the big reason is: they don’t want to be reborn as infants and take all the childhood vaccines. They know the shots are highly damaging. Who wants to go through a whole life in some kind of grotesque brain-injured condition?

I see. Well, how can I help?

We want your people at the World Economic Forum to launch a new global religion. Not overtly, of course. Use cutouts. But the theme of the religion is reincarnation. Use some corrupted form of Hinduism as your guide. Insist that reincarnation is mandatory. It’s the path to enlightenment. People have to come back, over and over, until they learn every lesson that enables them to transcend the need for a human form. You get the idea.

Interesting. You know, with a combination of mandatory vaccination and mandatory reincarnation, we might really have something. A one-two punch. A squeeze play.

These days, the Gates of Hell look like the US Southern border. Lots people struggling to get in. We can’t process them all. So we’re sending them all for preliminary programming, as a first step.

What kind of programming?

It’s basically the US public education system. After a few months, the average IQ drop is 20 points. Then we assign them to meaningless desk jobs. But this is only a temporary solution. We need more supervisors to handle people individually. The trick in each case is getting the proportions of pleasure and pain right. When we do, we can keep a person for about a thousand years, before he drifts away.

I wish you could just raise Hell up to Earth and install it wholesale. It would make our work much easier.

We’re doing that on a limited basis. It’s called China.

The Beijing regime is working on a 20-year plan to surveil, in real time, every square inch of the whole country. Indoors and outdoors. It’s quite ambitious.

Their latest innovation is swarms of small spy drones disguised as doves.

I’ll put a few people to work drawing up plans for a new world religion. We might be able to add a few wrinkles to mandatory reincarnation. While on Earth, know your place. Live out the life you’re assigned. This fits nicely with the technocratic overview: every human is given a slot in the System, for the benefit of all. That kind of thing.

I like it, Klaus. A “scientific” version of “accept your fate.”

The new religion is safe and effective.

The Church of Biology.

DNA determines destiny.

Throw in a promise of GMO humans. “You can accelerate your path to enlightenment, reduce the number of your reincarnations by submitting to gene alteration.”

A whole new set of vaccines that alter DNA.

It’s good to brainstorm with you, Klaus. Get busy on this.

Say hello to Satan. Tell him thanks for my immunity passport. I look forward to being able to travel back and forth between Hell and Earth on a regular basis.

EARLY BIRD DAY

I started the morning bright and early – with lots of activities based in the kitchen: hummingbird nectar made/feeders hung on the front porch (leftover nectar stored in ‘fridge); lunch’s potato salad made; tonight’s fried clam supper just needs a quick toss of the green salad 😉

My morning is busy, and 'to do' list is underway.

I’ve not tried this potato salad recipe before … it was good 😊

Bacon-Flavored Potato Salad.

==BACON-FLAVORED POTATO SALAD ~ makes 2 servings

8 ounces small potatoes * 2 teaspoons Sesame or Vegetable Oil * ¼ cup Onion, diced * 2 teaspoons Imitation Bacon Bits * 2 teaspoons Red Wine Vinegar * Dash Sea Salt * Dash ground Black Pepper

Bacon-Flavored Potato Salad Ingredients.

In medium saucepan combine potatoes with enough water to cover; bring to a boil – cover, and reduce heat to medium & cook until potatoes are just tender, but not soft: about 10 minutes. Drain and allow to cool.

Heat il in small skillet; add onion and sauté until tender; add bacon bits and cook 2 minutes longer.

Sauteing onion & bacon bits.

Peel potatoes, and cut into cubes. In a bowl gently toss potatoes with vinegar; add onion mixture, and seasonings – toss gently to combine.

Blending potatoes, vinegar & seasonings.

Adding onion and bacon bits.

Per serving: 145 calories; 3 g protein; 5 g fat; 22 g carbohydrate; 254 mg sodium

While the potato salad was cooling in the ‘fridge (not necessary, but I like it chilled), I fried the clams and put them in the ‘fridge to chill before I wrap them individually to freeze for future meals.

I bought these clams the other day when I was in Kelso. I also bought halibut steaks, and sea scallops – but tonight, I am eating clams for supper.

The clam bag stipulated ‘Quinault’, so these clams were harvested on Reservation Land. Bob & I clammed in Quinault when my mother was married to her second husband, who was a Native American.

I laid a large sheet of wax paper down on one end of the kitchen island. Then I broke eggs into a 2-quart casserole dish for easy dipping; I put a couple cups of bread crumbs in a glass pie dish for quick breading – and when I cut the clam bag open … my nose was wonderfully titillated 😉

Getting ready to fry the clams ... enough for 8 meals.

Normally, I would double dip my clams in both the egg and crumbs. But, I am determined to shed at least 20 pounds this year, so I only dipped my clams once.

First, in the egg … then, in the crumbs: coat well with the crumbs.

Then I set my breaded clam on the wax paper; and continued with the other 7 in the same manner.

Clams only dipped once in the egg & crumbs; laid out on wax paper to 'set'.

Normally, I would also fry my clams in a good bit of oil: but, today, I coated my skillet with non-stick spray: and sprayed the clams, too, when I set them in the skillet – it works fine 😉

3 fit my large deep-sided skillet comfortably …

Fried to a nice golden crisp on the breading.

When the clams were done, I transferred them to a large dinner plate, and layered 3 count between sheets of waxed paper: when they were all fried, I covered them with plastic wrap and put them in the ‘fridge; to cool before wrapping them individually for future meals – keeping one aside for tonight’s meal.

Clam layers separated by a sheet of wax paper.

Hummingbirds fed, my own meals out of the way … I called the seed company I ordered my garden seeds from in January; and asked when I can expect my seeds to arrive – there were 6 backorder items that have not come in yet, but the rest should arrive shortly.

I ate my 1 fried clam with a tossed green salad (mixed greens, peas, cauliflower mushrooms), a few slices of red and green Bell Peppers, and peach slices on the side.

And I finished up that baby blanket I have been working on.