Gobble, Gooble
We’ve had a really relaxing Thanksgiving day. Though I sort of like the thrill of being around new people and sharing a meal, it’s nice not to have to cook for anyone but ourselves. When I got out my recipes and realized I was missing things for every single one I didn’t have to freak. Since it was just us three I could roll with the punches and not stress.
In the end my turkey was hands down the best turkey I’ve ever made.
Except I just bought turkey thighs since two people don’t need a whole turkey.
Anyway, I just stuffed the skin with a mixture of butter, sea salt, fresh thyme, fresh sage, fresh rosemary, ground mustard and black pepper. I stuck them in an oven bag, Covered them with strips of bacon, poured gin in the bottom of the bag and cooked it all too perfection. I don’t think I need to worry about juniper berries. The gin is yummy!
I’ve never had gin before and now I’m wishing I’d bought some tonic. Isn’t that how you serve gin? Gin and tonic? I tasted a bit of the gin just to see what it was like and I liked it. Too bad I have almost no drinking experience so it burned my tongue and throat. I didn’t like that. I’m not sure how anyone ever gets over the initial grossness of alcohol to become an alcoholic.
It was a beautiful day outside, so we took a walk and let Erik play in the park for a couple of hours.
I have a lot of things to accomplish this weekend, but I haven’t started any of them.
The List
1) Write Christmas card letter. I’m sort of torn about whether I really want to send out the cards I ordered. At the time I thought it would be funny to send out the picture with Erik covering his face (it’s a two picture card with our awful family pic and a good pic of Erik), but now I’m not so sure my relatives will get the joke. It’s kind of like when I bought some t-shirts that said things like “troublemaker” and then they made me sad when I saw Erik actually wearing them so I gave them away. I have weird problems.
And now I am having an olive overdose problem. Thanksgiving just isn’t Thanksgiving without a can of olives on the table. Mike thinks I’m making that up, but in our house olives were always the most sought after Thanksgiving item. I know they don’t exactly match the cranberries and sweet potatoes, but they are yummy. I rarely open a can anymore because they are gross after they’ve been in the fridge and I can’t eat a whole can myself.
The leftovers are sitting on the table and Erik just found them. He is a fan of the god-awful cartoon “Wow Wow Wubbzy” and has been watching an episode with “doodleberries” for the past several days. Apparently olives look like doodleberries and he’s now bringing me the left overs one by one. I may have to go puke in a minute.
I’d like to go take a hot bath, but that would require scrubbing one of the tubs. We keep them clean, but not “Carrie soaking in the tub” clean. My skin is really dry from the cold weather so a hot bath is probably a bad idea anyway. When I lived in Sweden I would put a glug of olive oil in the water, but that’s a major mess and I don’t want the tub to get really slippery.
Oh wait. I was supposed to be writing out my list of things to do. The olives interrupted my train of thought.
2) Finish Erik’s quilt, or at least finish the quilting. I have the diagonals all going one way, now I just need to re-mark and get the diagonals going the other way.
3) Work on Christmas photo books.
4) Decide on Erik’s Christmas presents and get them ordered.
5) Perform home surgery on my biggest pilar cyst. I’ve stabbed it with straight pins several times, but I can’t get any gook out. Was that more than you wanted to know? I think if I take my x-acto knife I could cut it wide open and pull out the sac and gook. Mike does not approve of my plan. He thinks I need a real doctor. Pish-posh! The real doctor will shave a bald spot on my head. I don’t need that.
6) Puke up a bunch of olives.
7) Get off the computer and go do something real.
I hope you all had a nice and relaxing day!