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Post-Thanksgiving
Nov. 23rd, 2007 04:29 pmFor pre-Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving we had my sister-in-law and her boyfriend over for dinner. It was a pretty traditional type meal this year. J. made me a turkey leg and himself a Tofurkey thing. I gather he made a very nice glaze for the fake-turkey. The turkey leg was delicious. It is an irony of our relationship that I, the meat-eater, find raw meat TERRIFYING and make him do all the cooking of it as he used to work as a meat cutter and eat meat regularly and so he knows stuff to do to dead animals so as to make them edible. I, being raised by vegetarians and never cooking meat at home, am the kind of person that is regularly shocked that you can't just leave hamburger in the back of your fridge for a month and then haul it out and expect it to be still edible.
Carrots that are two months old are perfectly good. Two months old hamburger is not an OK thing. This is probably meant to tell me something about the healthiness of eating dead animals (but what, given that two months old dry sausage, laced with chemicals and salt, is a perfectly tasty snack?).
We had stuffing and mashed potatoes and cashew-mushroom gravy (which I much prefer to meat-juice gravy, thank you) and I attempted to make pumpkin pie pudding, which came out only sort of ok. Too much nutmeg made it hard on the digestive system. I made some biscuits, which I do very well because I worked as a baker for two years and acknowledge that biscuit batter is not meant to be a smooth type of batter. Also it helps to incorporate the wet and dry ingredients only after the pan is greased and the oven is preheated, so as to minimize the time the batter sits pre-baking.
It was a mellow, pleasant gathering, and J. did most of the clean up. He has to work for Black Friday, and I am supposed to finish cleaning up our little apartment before he returns in a couple hours. Then we can eat more pudding and watch movies or something. I hope everyone had a fabulous, relaxing, loving Thanksgiving, or at least as close as possible given their personal circumstances. (If that means that you just gritted your teeth while your Uncle So-and-So ranted again about his Political Beliefs that are the total opposite of yours and you succeeded in not leaping over Aunt Such-and-Such to throttle him with your bare hands, but only by consuming so much Wild Turkey that you were temporarily rooted to your chair, well, at least you didn't throttle the old So-and-So, so good for you.)
Carrots that are two months old are perfectly good. Two months old hamburger is not an OK thing. This is probably meant to tell me something about the healthiness of eating dead animals (but what, given that two months old dry sausage, laced with chemicals and salt, is a perfectly tasty snack?).
We had stuffing and mashed potatoes and cashew-mushroom gravy (which I much prefer to meat-juice gravy, thank you) and I attempted to make pumpkin pie pudding, which came out only sort of ok. Too much nutmeg made it hard on the digestive system. I made some biscuits, which I do very well because I worked as a baker for two years and acknowledge that biscuit batter is not meant to be a smooth type of batter. Also it helps to incorporate the wet and dry ingredients only after the pan is greased and the oven is preheated, so as to minimize the time the batter sits pre-baking.
It was a mellow, pleasant gathering, and J. did most of the clean up. He has to work for Black Friday, and I am supposed to finish cleaning up our little apartment before he returns in a couple hours. Then we can eat more pudding and watch movies or something. I hope everyone had a fabulous, relaxing, loving Thanksgiving, or at least as close as possible given their personal circumstances. (If that means that you just gritted your teeth while your Uncle So-and-So ranted again about his Political Beliefs that are the total opposite of yours and you succeeded in not leaping over Aunt Such-and-Such to throttle him with your bare hands, but only by consuming so much Wild Turkey that you were temporarily rooted to your chair, well, at least you didn't throttle the old So-and-So, so good for you.)
