Howdy Y’all! I finished spiffin’ da cave, chilled, and made sup which has been et. I shall sleep well tonight. Also, I went to pick up a prescription I had forgotten about. Good thing Walgreen’s knows I’m not right in the haid, so they texted me to remind me.
Peaches my grandmother lived in town when I was born so she didn’t sweep her yahd. However, my mother talked about sweepin’ the yahd of the farm where she grew up. So, I reckon my grandmother did as well back then. And, yes, she wore hat ** and ** gloves to church. Also to go shoppin’. She would not dare be seen in public without hat, gloves, earrings, makeup and her pearls. QUELLE HORREUR!
Hi, guys.
Worst T-day disaster. Mr.Wrekker went goose hunting. Got home with a nice goose. The guys he hunted with told him how to pluck it and gut it for cooking. I was told to put it in a large roaster pan with a lid. To season it as duck. I did as told. It smelled good. I had cooked it long enough (Joy of cooking recommendations). Pulled it out. Opened the roaster, there was a small bird swimming in approximately 2 gallons of goose grease. We fished it out. It tasted like over cooked shoe tongue. Never again. I don’t like messing with wild duck either. It’s never as good as it should be.
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In other news I have had a shooting lesson on a bigger gun in case I run into the bear again. That was just so much fun.:smack:
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Mid-daughter and family will get in tomorrow evening. The lil’wrekker is home. Well she’s in the county. She went to see some of her girlfriends this evening. Her boyfriend will show up Wednesday. She lobbying for a shopping trip with dear ol’ Mom. Ugh!
(Mo—ther! I have nothing, NOTHING to wear)
Heard that before. I told her if she’ll go through her closet here at home and subtract a substantial amount to donate, we’ll talk.
We’ll see how that goes.
I think I’m ready for the cooking to start.
I bought 2 poinsettias for the mantle. I had a serious talk with my Cats about not eating them. I’ve got my eyes peeled and a squirt bottle full.
Have a happy evening all.
One year, a long, long time ago (back in the day when the supermarkets were all closed on holidays; that long ago.); it wasn’t us but…a recipe was found for low & slow cooking of the turkey, kinda like smoking one, except in the oven. Turkey was put in the night before, & somehow the self-clean function was engaged. Now any decent self-cleaning oven has a lockout function preventing one from opening the oven until it has cooled sufficiently as to not cause burns when the oven is opened. When the oven was finally able to be opened it was discovered that the turkey had been, aah, cremated & since there were no stores open to get a replacement, the main course was…tuna fish. :smack: :eek: :o
My brothers has had but one ------- I’ve more learned to ignore.
Something in me – maybe the time of year – but I find myself missing some of my “dearly departed” more than normal. I get like that now and again but this round just seems a little stronger than most.
I have a large group of Sibs. All fully related (no halves or steps). Don’t let’s get me started on their various mates.
My oldest brothers first wife (he just divorced #3) was a joyful, helpful & happy person. I still email with her. I tell him every time he gripes about wives and gfs, he shoulda kept #1. When she waxes sentimental about him, I tell her she’s better off without him.
ruble, you don’t want ground hog once it’s much past adulthood. That and making sure that you get the musk glands out right will go a long way to make one palatable. I have had good luck par boiling them before roasting.
To answer the OP, I was assigned to bring fudge to one Turkey day feast. Only the fudge never set. :eek: I picked up some ice cream and nuked the fudge after the meal to salvage it.
Not me, but my parents. Back when Baby Sis and her hubby were granolaheads, they invited the folks to the northwest suburbs of Chicago for Thanksgiving dinner. It consisted of a tofurkey, a stuffed pumpkin, brussels sprouts, beets and the piece de resistance: an egg-dairy-wheat free pumpkin pie. The folks stopped at the truckstop in Plymouth IN on the way home for some real food.
Irk is over until a week from tomorrow. Tonight, I pack up stuff to load in the car in the morning to drive up to Dad’s. I’ll have limited access to the intertoobs, so’s y’all have a good Thanksgiving if I don’t post before!
This is really the most wonderful time of the year, in my estimation. But I miss my father and sister and granddads and grandma and granny so much right now. I miss them so much.
Especially my sister. She and I were supposed to conquer the whole world.
This is really the most wonderful time of the year, in my estimation. But I miss my father and sister and granddads and grandma and granny so much right now. I miss them so much.
Especially my sister. She and I were supposed to conquer the whole world.
According to stories I heard from both my mother and my grandmother, a goose is simply a bag of fat with a bill and webbed feet.
Rural folk used goose grease for damned near everything–except food. You need a liniment, a salve, a lubricant, hell, you could probably mix it with pigment and make halfway decent oil paint.
And as my grandmother said, it was slicker than snot.
~VOW
Evening all. True to prediction, pretty much stayed in the house this afternoon, except to check the mail (nothing there). Watching trains on Virtual Railfan (sounds like one approaching LaPlata Mo. right now).
Red, needed something to scrub with, not dust. Also need things to dust with, just not right now…
All y’all have a good night, going to go watch some tackleball for awhile.
I didn’t go, & this is not the reason why but a fiend posted about a Fiendsgiving dinner they did over the wickend; all vegetarian & mostly vegan. Sooo glad I was not in attendance or I prolly woulda hit Wawa for a Gobbler on the way home. You can do other things for other holidays, you can serve undercooked, overcooked, or dry turkey, but one must serve turkey at Thanksgiving*. Heck, a turkey is the symbol for Thanksgiving.
Actually, that is a scrubber. It has a big ass scotch brite on the business end.
spidey, there will be no turkey at the table for my dad, me and a few other family members. That was Mom’s thing when she was alive and my dad can actually roast a turkey with his limited kitchen skills. Pierogi, haluski, stuffed cabbage, ham, kolackys and pumpkin pie are on the menu.
ok mines for Xmas but ill put it here: I’m a big eater of ramen noodles and i get impatient so i put the noodles in with the water so by the time the water boils the noodles are done …
Well I was making peanut brittle with my aunt and figured well why not add everything including the peanuts together … yeah i spent 2 hours cleaning charcoal and rebought all the stuff i wasted
I was 5 in 1950, and we were expecting a gazillion relatives over for Thanksgiving. My mom had a ginormous turkey with all the fixins. Thanksgiving morning it started to snow. And snow. And snow. And the wind was blowing something ferocious. And it was COLD! Before long we were in the Great Blizzard of 1950, which encompassed a large portion of the NE U.S. Everyone was snowed in, and none of our guests could make it for dinner. We had drifts of snow up to our second-story windows. As people slowly began digging out, it was over a week before stores were open and it was possible to get to them.
The result: we were trapped inside the house and had to eat turkey for every meal. My mom was a great cook, and invented so many different things to do with turkey, but still… it was TURKEY for every goddamn meal. At the end, we even had turkey soup, made with the carcass.
It was several years before we could look another turkey in the face.
I woke up too early, so I am up.
Waiting for it to get a bit lighter before heading out to the park.
It’s a clear and cold 30 degrees outside, supposed to get up to 61.
I made it to work without hitting a single traffic light! I need to buy a lottery ticket!!
Lots of stuff awaiting me - my last 8 work days will be busy for sure. And I have an appointment at 2:45 on my last day to go over to the main office and check out. It’s getting real… I’m not regretting my decision, but I will miss this job. It’s been a lot of fun.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 37 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 71 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. Today I shall do laundry and some prep stuff for the big TDay feast. I shall make cornbread and bizkits today, boil aigs for deviled aigs and the giblet gravy, chop onions and celery, and bake up sweet N.O.T. as I have decided to make a sweet N.O.T. souffle. Sup shall be grilled poke chops, green beans, sweet N.O.T., and cornbread. All this should be enough to keep me outta trouble for the day.
{{{Ruble}}} this time of year can be tough when one thinks of family and friends who are no longer with us. We do a service called url=https://www.ministrymatters.com/all/entry/3053/longest-night] “The Longest Night” on December 21st (Winter Solstice) which is a very beautiful and moving service.
I remembered one particularly TDay food disaster created by a friend of mine last night. This was a turnip/sweet N.O.T. dish she made after watchin’ a cookin’ show on Jawja Public TV. She should have known better. I told her that before she did this. I saw the same show and was icked out by the recipe. Plus, the person doin’ the show caught a dish towel on fire (OK that was fun to watch!) while makin’ this unogly concoction. Nobody liked it, nor would anybody eat it, includin’ my friend who made the nasty thing. She decided to melt some marshmallows on top of it to see if it improved. It did not improve. ‘Twas even more horrifyin’!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Morning all. Long list of things to do today so I can take off early tomorrow for Brother’s house. When they all get done is another matter (I am infected with lastminuteitis…). 50F now heading for 65F but rain is coming later today, so need to get the out-of-house chores done this morning.
Blurfage At irk of course. I need to go buy 12 sweet potatoes to take to the neighborhood shindig. I shan’t even have to cook them. Just provide them. I will get them to the cook by early Wed at the latest.
We were crazy busy here at irk yesterday. Unsure what today will bring.
