Happy Thanksgiving!

The coffee pot is burbling away (Dan set it up last night so I could wake up to a pot of liquid love...so to speak)...there are pink-tinged clouds across the pale blue sky...Mittens is wandering the living room, checking things out. Everyone else is asleep (except maybe for Ed, who I suspect is already awake and exercising).

It is the calm before the storm!

Yesterday, poor Candyce was exhausted and couldn't come by, but that did not stop me from cooking! We have some lovely offerings for our feast: Mrs. Stamberg's cranberry relish; two punkin pies; raspberry mazurkas; a platter heaped with chocolate gingerbread. We ate the corners of the gingerbread last night after dinner and it was all we could do to not dive in to the rest of the platter. I also made some zucchini fritters, which in my lexicon is zucchini marinated in caesar dressing, then coated in panko and baked till done.

The brining turkey is in its very own cooler on the back patio (where it is something like 37 degrees...I don't know exactly but it's freakin cold out). Soon I shall go back to the kitchen to begin the workings of a vegetarian-friendly bread and butter dressing and maple-glazed sweet potatoes.

From my house, I can see lights on in other houses and know that therein may be other priestesses of carbs, gloating over their stuff and prepping for their day. It's a satisfying feeling to know that there are lots of other folks doing the same things in their own ways. Like tradition.

The room smells slightly of gingerbread and wood smoke (we sat in front of the fireplace and burned real wood logs in it last night). It's quiet.

I hope y'all have a lovely Thanksgiving day with lots of carbs and happy memories to store away!

Happy Thanksgiving!

The coffee pot is burbling away (Dan set it up last night so I could wake up to a pot of liquid love...so to speak)...there are pink-tinged clouds across the pale blue sky...Mittens is wandering the living room, checking things out. Everyone else is asleep (except maybe for Ed, who I suspect is already awake and exercising).

It is the calm before the storm!

Yesterday, poor Candyce was exhausted and couldn't come by, but that did not stop me from cooking! We have some lovely offerings for our feast: Mrs. Stamberg's cranberry relish; two punkin pies; raspberry mazurkas; a platter heaped with chocolate gingerbread. We ate the corners of the gingerbread last night after dinner and it was all we could do to not dive in to the rest of the platter. I also made some zucchini fritters, which in my lexicon is zucchini marinated in caesar dressing, then coated in panko and baked till done.

The brining turkey is in its very own cooler on the back patio (where it is something like 37 degrees...I don't know exactly but it's freakin cold out). Soon I shall go back to the kitchen to begin the workings of a vegetarian-friendly bread and butter dressing and maple-glazed sweet potatoes.

From my house, I can see lights on in other houses and know that therein may be other priestesses of carbs, gloating over their stuff and prepping for their day. It's a satisfying feeling to know that there are lots of other folks doing the same things in their own ways. Like tradition.

The room smells slightly of gingerbread and wood smoke (we sat in front of the fireplace and burned real wood logs in it last night). It's quiet.

I hope y'all have a lovely Thanksgiving day with lots of carbs and happy memories to store away!