So I Hate Lists...Is this a Crime?

Let me lay out the situation for you.



Or in this case I think we can call it a "sit-che-a-shun".



I hate lists. Always have, always will.



I know you hyper-organized, OCD types are just cringing.



They just make me nervous, OK? I prefer to float along in blissful denial of all the thousands of things I need to do, could be doing, or should be doing. I just function psychologically better this way.



Besides, I have The Chief.



The Granddaddy of all list-makers.



The man makes lists of lists. He is the King of Listdom. The Grand Poo-Pah of organization.




And, dadgumit he gets a lot done every day. No one, and I repeat no one accomplishes more in a day than the Chief. He was all about "Git 'er Done" before it was casually bandied about by every Tom, Dick and Larry the Cable guy out there.

He's a wonder, really.

And I say all this to illustrate how much of a list-maker I'm not.

Now granted, it gets me in trouble sometimes. I mean on occasion I consider for a fleeting moment that MAYBE I should have made a list to help me remember something, but just

occasionally.

Take for instance the following:

When I go to the grocery store and wander dreamily through the aisles picking up this and that, whatever looks good, without really ever thinking about how all of this great stuff will go together into something that might be let's say...edible.

Or good.

So, when it's time to cook (which you know is absolutely my ALL TIME FAVORITE thing) it's kind of a crap-shoot.

And I'm so sorry I used that term, but I just couldn't think of anything else.

I can think of all kinds of wonderful things to make, but having all of the ingredients is usually just a downright, out and out miracle.

Therefore, being the industrious, pathetic, non-list maker that I am, I am prone to invent things.

Yes, amazing things.

And many times horrible, inedible things.

Last night I wanted to prepare something very tasty for dinner since The Chief had been slaving away accomplishing things in a tough manual labor kind of way all day, and I, on the other hand, had accomplished pretty much nothin'.

Thankfully, I had all the necessary ingredients for Green Chili Chicken Enchilada Soup (which The Chief loves).

So this was good.

But I needed something to go with it.

I had potatoes - no, not with enchilada soup.

I had green beans. Again, no.

I would make cornbread!!! Yes, blessed cornbread. (I've found the secret to the most scrumptious cornbread on the planet- the crispiest, butteriest, crust you can imagine).

But wait.
I needed green. Something green.

Something that looked like I had grown my own greens in the backyard and harvested them with my own little hands and aching back.

I would make cornbread salad! An epiphany!

But wait.

What would I put in this cornbread salad?

I was almost shivering with excitement!

Here's what I gathered up:


"Without a List Cornbread Salad"


4 cups mixed greens
4 green onions, chopped
1/2 c. cubed up Monterey Jack Cheese
1 medium tomato, chopped
1/2 c. chopped red, orange, or yellow bell pepper (have fun, mix it up!)
1 can black beans, rinsed and drained
About 3 cups freshly baked homemade scrumptious cornbread, cubed


Gently mix it all together, and then toss with about 1/3-1/2 c. Red Wine Vinaigrette.



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And although I never convinced him that I grew the greens, or did anything at all even remotely productive that day, he said he might keep me around just for my cornbread!