Turkey Trots To Water- A Holiday MMP

Well, I went to bed ridiculously early, so at least I’m not so crabby-tastic this morning.

My papasan chair gets so much use, the cushion is already getting mashed down. (If I’m at home, and not asleep in bed … I’m in my chair.) The parentals generously offered to take advantage of Black Friday sales & get me a new one, but nothing I like is the right size AND a nice color AND available now.

Woe is me!
Trouble is, these parental “offers” can expire suddenly :expressionless: and like the rest of you, my butt demands adequate cushioning!

Okay, that’s enough procrastinating. I need to figure out some kind of solid food for breakfast (god, what a pain in the ass! Didn’t I just go through this, like, yesterday?) and get sheveled sufficiently for irk. Weed customers demand well maintained budtenders!

OK cranberry haters, here is the easiest AND most tasty recipe. Throw away all those icky cans of jellied berries and taste the real thing.

Two bags of fresh berries; rinse and pick out the soft berries (this is the hardest part and it’s not hard!). Spread out in a 9x13 pan. Pour two cups sugar over the top and stir it around (I use 1 cup brown sugar and one cup white). Sprinkle 1/4 tsp cinnamon over the top and sort of swirl everything around, be sure the berries are spread out and level. Cover tightly with foil and put in a 350 oven for about an hour, taking it out to stir it about halfway. When you take it out, pour 1/4 cup bourbon over and watch it bubble up; stir it. re-cover and let it cool a bit, then pour into a bowl. It will get somewhat set and then refrigerate. You can use this as a condiment OR as a side dish and it will be delicious either way. People who claim not to like cranberries will be sneaking this onto their leftover turkey sandwiches.

I like the sound of this recipe, Kay.
If I made it, though, I’d probably leave out the cinnamon. And the sugar. And the cranberries.

Morning, everybody! Haven’t bothered to get dressed this morning because so far, my to-do list for the day doesn’t involve stepping outside of the house. So I’m sipping cocoa in my sweats while the cats rough-house in the living room. And the den. And the bedroom. Trying to decide on foodage - do I make myself an omelette for breakfast, or should I wait a couple of hours until an appropriate brunch hour and turn it into a full-fledged omel? Decisions, decisions.

Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. Not a lot shaking today (I may just stay in my jammies), so I’ll likely finishe addressing the Xmas cards, put away the last load of laundry and, maybe (that’s a biiiiig maybe) put together my studio chair.

I ate too much Chinese takeout last night, so’s I just had some flatbread and yogurt for breakfast, which likely means that I’ll have a snack this afternoon.

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

51 and sunny out, predicted high of 53 and then a low of 40. Supposed to be in the low 60s tomorrow, but with heavy rain. :frowning:

I actually did get dressed this morning, and went out for a walk – something I haven’t done for a few months and really need to get in the habit of doing. Lady SCAdian’s not working means she’s cooking more and I am therefore eating more; I’ve gained at least 30 pounds since March. Breakfast was a chicken chimichanga and an apple, plus my normal ration of morning pills (13 of them, these days). Should now go out and do some more work on the hedge, including picking up the branches I’ve already lopped off. Ought to mow the lawn (the worst thing about living in a house) one last time and burn off the gas that’s left in the tank before stowing it for the winter. Other than that, no plans for the day.

We just finished de-leafing the yards and the driveway. The trees are nekkid enough that we shouldn’t have to do it again this year. And we got it done ahead of tomorrow’s rain, so yay!

We’re having PB&J with peach preserves - yum! Supper will be steak, broccoli, salad, and some sort of spud-like side, or maybe crescent rolls. Till then, max chillage mode! :smiley:

Same situation with my devices and my sons. I think it’s an unholy cabal, funded by Bill Gates and Steve Jobs. At least I’ve learned to turn it all the way off and back on before I call them. That has slightly reduced the number of embarrassing moments.

I’m doing my part. Haven’t fallen since Friday. Tripped on the curb walking from my parked car to my front door. Face first into wet leaves, spilling the huge and pricey Coke I just got drive through for my housemate. That was a fast (and wasted) $2.75. Oh, well. Nothing hurt except my pride (witnessed by a 13 year old, who scurried over, concerned only about me-love that kid). So frustrated by my clumsiness that when I couldn’t find my 2nd Birkenstock buried in the thick layer of wet leaves in the deepening dusk, I just said “f**k it, I’ll come out in the morning when it’s light and find it. Who’s is going to steal one big ass patent leather Birkenstock?!”. The kind much younger roomie, whose Coke it was, braved the dark and rummaged through the leaves for my Birk. Didn’t hit my head, which is all that counts. Pride heals, brain injuries don’t.

Hoping the hotel will be able to say “sure, come on over, we’ll be able to have a room ready for you” or at least be able to let you and your roller bag wait socially distanced in a corner of the lobby.

Same here, except baggy leggings and a old t-shirt that has seen cleaner days. Zoomies the length of the house, skidding to a stop at the baseboard at the far end, leaping over each other and zooming back to the other end, levitating and galloping actually. Sipping nuked Irish breakfast tea because my mini-Keurig has bitten the dust as of yesterday. Coffeemaker CPR failed.

43 and sunny out. Just finished breakfast.

39 and sunny out. Just finished breakfast (pancakes). Yes I know it’s 12:58pm my time. So what?!

Well, if you are going to put an ingredient, say bourbon, in a dish, you ought to taste test it to see if it’s any good, certainly.

Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated and even remembered to take the toys. Go Us! After that, we stopped at a local not too shabby Chinese eatery to swipe The General’s N.O.L., along with some aig drop soup and aig rolls. We got back to da cave and et that. Nappage then ensued. That filled us up, so the pot roast that is now simmerin’ away in the slow cooker will be tomorrow’s sup. Any other need to feed today will be via forage.

I eat cranberry sauce only when I make dressin’ and giblet gravy, which is about three times a year. Thus, the canned stuff is just fine. Those who think that heresy, well, get out your torches and pitch forks and come at me. :stuck_out_tongue:

Oooohhhh … sort porn! Thank you!

So, I seem to recall from a previous MMP that you people like to live vicariously through others’ adventures, am I right? I’ll tell you this because there is no one in real life that I can tell about most of this. Get your pearls ready for clutching, FCM.

Last month, a long-time friend of mine (and Ruble) told me that he’s loved me for years but would never have said anything as long as Ruble was in the picture. I was completely and utterly blindsided. When I was finally able to collect my thoughts, I told him I was flattered, that he had completely blindsided me and made me speechless - which rarely happens. My brain also kept screaming “whatever you do, don’t tell him he’s just a friend or like a brother, he’d be crushed.” He’s a really nice guy and a good friend but there are several reasons this can’t work, which I won’t go into here. Because I didn’t know how to handle this, I talked to a couple of real-life friends who don’t know him for advice (which ranged from “Never speak to him again” to “Go for it!!”). I also talked to a married couple who know both of us and asked if they’d ever seen any hint of this over all the years that we’ve known each other; they said they never saw anything.

A couple of weeks ago, he and I had our first chance to talk about this again. I was concerned that it would make our friendship really awkward but we agreed that we could handle it.

Get your pearls ready, FCM, because here comes the part that I can’t tell anyone in real life … we’ve talked a few more times since then and it’s evolved into a physical relationship [VERY physical, if you get my drift :wink:]. I had to tell my conscience to take a hike for a while but I don’t regret it. As far as salacious details go, well, all I will say is that we’ve learned a few things about each other that we never imagined, and we each have … um … skills that surprised the other. :wink: :innocent:

Happy Sunday!

Evening all. I’m home in North Ali-bama, left my brother’s about 8:15am and got into my garage at 2:20pm, which is probably a new record for me. Lunch was a Big Mac and fries while on the road, the inside of the store in Tennessee was closed. Almost beat the rain, it didn’t start until I was close to the Ali-bama line. So now letting the house warm up (had the thermostat set at 64F while I was gone) and catching up on things.

nettie, most hotels (even the modest ones) have a room that they can hold your bag in, so if you have to wander about the city, at least you don’t have to haul it along.

OW, ooohhhh…interesting. But I will forbear asking for any additional details (but pics or it didn;t happen)

Bought family dinner last night…brother tried to order from Grub Hub and spent 45 fruitless minutes not getting it right (I have three cancelled charges on my credit card to prove it). Eldest nephew took over and went to the restaurant site and had it done in 5 minutes (and cheaper, too). The young’uns are better at this than we are.

Haven’t fallen recently, but I’m due for a good one pretty soon, usually have at least one tumble a year and nothing so far. Hope all the bruised Mumpers feel better soon.

Herald, know what you mean, only a 10-lb gain for me but I was already seriously overweight, so need to get rid of that. I’d try the diet FCM mentions, but since I only eat meals twice a day, it’s hard to do. Just keep trying. Indoor soccer starts this weekend so that will keep me active at least one day a week.

Thinking about getting another COVID test, even if I have to pay for it…I’m sure family is fine but spending 4 days in the same house with 5 other adults and no masks…probably won’t hurt to be sure.

OK, back to catching up–found three annual bills already paid automatically for the next year on my credit cards, I don’t think there are any more surprises but…

Catch all y’all on the next MMP.

OK, need

Helped with loading. Well, I pulled packages forward in the cages. Easy 4 hours work, and since it’s a 7 day+ week, at some point it’s double time.

He knows how to load and fire the 3 pounder? :grinning:

Definitely worth the price of admission.:sunglasses:

15:30 I finished Thanksgiving Dinner again. I needed it after chopping wood. I think I’m to the point I’ll need to hire someone to split the rest of the logs. Either that, or rent a log-splitter and see if I can figure out how to use it. Even then, there are a couple of logs I won’t be able to lift.

He knows how to load and fire the 3 pounder? :grinning:
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The answer depends on whether you are inquiring literally or euphemistically.

Big bin is at the curb for trash pickup (and is quite full, which is a good sign that I was productive last week!) and post-irk chillage is commencing.

Oh, c’mon! Let us help you rationalize away the objections. Sounds like you two have fun together…