First, you stuff the turkey with oranges and onions and then you put it a turkey cooking bag. And you fire up the oven to 375 and you hang around eating apps for 3 or 4 hours and then the turkey is done.
This is a rebuttal to Instapundit who thinks cooking turkey is a big deal.
Took two days of research. He arrived at the conclusion that a Thanksgiving centerpiece was artfully presented dead plant material. At the end of the second day, when his research had come to fruition, I said to Kat, “I guess we forgot to tell him about Pinterest.” Just another chapter in The Book of Life.
Beautiful, isn’t it? All the books are about food.
In other news, Daughter C & The J-man treated us to a terrific pre-Thanksgiving dinner. Salmon, Brussel sprouts, rice with GF soy, mixed veggies. They even brought forks!
The apps are done except for cutting up the veggies for the dips. Note: never make anything fried that says, “drop by teaspoonfuls…”. In the context of frying, teaspoons are very small.
“Um, Marica. That’s why they are called ‘Lilliput meatballs’.”
“Okay, Missy. I get that. But the recipe said, ‘makes about sixty’ and I counted 80, and that’s not counting the one that you found on the floor.”
“Don’t you ‘Oh Marica’ me, young lady. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but you’ve not been exactly helpful these last few days. I mean seriously, couldn’t you have gotten that mouse by now?”
“And don’t you think you’re beyond criticism, Rocky!”
“These old appetizer recipes are driving me to drink… .”
“Rocky. I’m warning you.”
“My hands are covered with cheese ball gooey stuff and how am I supposed to make this a ball…”
“Everything is prepared, isn’t it?”
“Well, all of the cooking is done but I still need to slice…”
“Marica! Think this through. IF you still have a lot to do, you would not be on the internet pretending that I– a dog– can talk. But here you are. Pretending that I can talk. And that Rocky– with his limited vocabulary of literally one word– is communicating by way of three letters and some capitalization and punctuation. Get some rest, Marica.”
I know you’ve been following along. I know you know that I’m trying to revitalize the blog, beginning with Big Food.
I put myself in charge of apps this Thanksgiving.
Here’s what I’ve planned:
— Salmon Ball
— Hot Chipped Beef Dip Kat was correct. I have too much chipped beef. I’ll make supmpin esle
— Tangy Chipped Beef Ball. Kat made the “ball” thing happen.
— Deviled eggs. Duh.
— Deviled Ham puffs
— Tangy ham spread
— Trio Cheese Ball
Meanwhile, I made gluten free cream of mushroom soup. GF CRoM soup is like, you know, CRoM soup except it’s GF so you have to thicken it with GF stuff to make it into the consistency of a can of Campbell’s CRoM S.
Don’t forget that I put 3 packages of wild pig sausage in the freezer in the Bunkhouse. Try it as burgers or lasagna or anything else you’d use ground beef for. Be sure to cook well. It is seasoned already. See you all Saturday.
Life sucks, don’t ya know.
That’s from Chris. This coming Saturday we’ll be taking our left over pie to Chris & Alix’s home for Pie Brunch.
So– back story is that Kat & Ton arrived in ATL back from the Far East and today rented a car to drive from ATL to Starkvegas.
Caroline picked them up at Enterprise.
As noted, power went out at just about sundown. Pork something in oven.
Text from Kat: Is power out?
Yes. But we are on it.
Jordan– bring generator to patio while it’s still semi-light?
Welcome Kat & Tony!
Here’s the schematic of power cords to fuel E to vital organs.
I just love that my sons-in law know how to read my schematics. Show them where the piles of 25′, 50′ 75′ extension cords are and… before you know it Mr. Big Food’s pork roast is roasting in the electric roaster in the Bunkhouse, there’s some 60 watt ambient light in the living room, and the freezers are freezing away.
I devised– which is to say , hooked up– a shop light which shone on the dining room table and we were prepared to eat pork roast and eggplant fritters at the dining room table when
LOW & BEHOLD the lights came back on!
So we ate pork roast and eggplant fritters in front of the television.
It’s that 1/2 time of year again. Test & tally batteries. Replace & — now in the age of USB– recharge– flashlight batteries and other lithium ion things.
We stay pretty up-to-snuff on ethanol-free gasoline as we need it everyday for the lawn-tractors, tillers & such, but I check to be sure we’re well-supplied for the generators.
I downloaded the owners’ manual for our Midland walkie-talkies with NOAA radio so I could reprogram the Weather Radio.
And I indulged myself. I bought a 5-Way AM/FM/SW/LW/WX radio. spaghetti, chili, cheese, onions, and beans. Solar. Crank. AC/DC/ AA battery. Lithium-ion battery.
Meanwhile, that water tank filled up clean to the top. Daughter C had to release the release valve so the gutters wouldn’t overflow in today’s deluge.
So we have hundreds of gallons of water that have been shed from our pristine tin roof into our reservoir.
My first thought is that we need several more like these.
My second thought is that no matter how many gallons of water I squirrel away for human consumption, I’ll not have to share any of them with the cats and dogs. Look at all that water!
Third– there are a lot of toilet flushes in there. I haven’t done the arithmetic, but I’m guessing it takes <1gal to flush. Currently the ratio of person to toilet is 4/6 or 1.5 toilets per person. We are wealthy.
Finally, and assuming that the weather events continue to fill our tub, imagine that the water fails–as it has– and that we’re under a boiled water situation.
We do have gallons of water on hand for coffee, tea, and cooking. But I can see draining off some water from the tank, boiling it, and freshening up a bit.
Long, longtime internet friend, SueK asked how we were. Here’s my response:
Yeah. We’re having the rain remnants but nothing more. The coast was harder hit but not in any devastating way, except of course for the Louisiana coast that got pummeled when everyone’s attention was on Houston.
I’m sure you’ve been following along. Lots to comment on, don’t you think? I especially like the furniture store guy.
Yesterday Mississippians remembered Katrina’s landfall in Bay St. Louis.
My reading of the Harvey-crit is that real people actually learned some things from Katrina. As did the state & local folks.
On his way to church one Sunday, Jefferson was met by a friend.
“You going to church Mr. J. You do not believe a word in it.”
“Sir [Jefferson replied], no nation has ever yet existed or been governed without religion. Nor can be. The Christian religion is the best religion that has been given to man and I as chief Magistrate of this nation am bound to give it the sanction of my example. Good morning Sir.”
Daughter C and I were chatting about WestWorld as we headed to town to talk with Tammy about helping with the wedding decorations.
We both agreed that the Bad Guy Character is awesome. And I said– and C agreed– that I had some sympathy with Bernard.
Tonight we learned that Bernard is not human.
This is distressing.
And on that note, I’m closing things down here.
Life on the Farm goes on! And it’s getting exciting. I talked to Gwen today about mums for the wedding festivities. I pulled up cucumbers. I have recently frozen gallons of tomatoes and I hope we will soon be pickling watermelon rind after we do some watermelon sorbet.
But I’m no longer interested in The Blog.
I had high hopes.
My only worry now is that it’s achieved ’cause there was some fun stuff on The Blog.