That's a VERY cute Boynton card you linked to on the previous thread, puddle. I think I may have seen it a long time ago, but it is still good fun.
Record busy day at work Tuesday, and us short-handed. Less, but still a heavy workload today (Wednesday still, here). Caught up to where we ought to be by 9PM Wednesday, and ready for another onslaught next week. The work is mostly provided by drunk drivers apprehended by the police; the contestants are off to an early start this year, I think. And here I thought R. Reagan was going to get the government off the backs of the people…
We went to a beautiful church service last evening, during which the man who sang the solo gave the best rendition of O Holy Night that I have ever heard live. Jane the priest spoke of how in Pashawar they are not celebrating Christmas in the wake of the slaughter of innocent children this past week. On the way home, as we rounded a bend in fog, there sitting on the line in the center of the road was a huge female Snowy Owl, who remained undeterred as we approached. Wonder-full!!
Absolutely gorgeous weather here today--no fog in the morning, clouds covering the mountains that turned into clouds above the mountains, mostly clear blue sky with some white cumulus clouds passing by. Turkey should be finished within the hour.
We had a nice family turkey dinner, and now have everything cleaned up. I always feel guilty about not using every bit of the turkey for food, as my mother did: turkey dinner, turkey sandwiches, turkey hash, turkey casserole, and turkey soup. But she remembered very well when a full serving of meat, like a pork chop, a steak, or fried chicken was a true luxury for which one had to save up in advance or do without. "We ate a lot of casseroles," she told me. And I remember the story my father told of being sent out from the plumbing shop where he worked to change the main valve at the base of a water tower on an estate. It was a hard, miserable two-man job, and they were soaked to the skin when they took a break to eat their sandwiches for lunch. About that time a uniformed maid came out of the house carrying a turkey on a platter that looked like it had maybe two or three slices carved off the breast. She called a big dog, and in front of the men threw the nearly complete turkey to it. My father said he thought for a moment of disputing it with the dog, That would have been in the 1930's. Oh, well. I pick the bones about as well as I can without boiling them, boil the neck and the cut-up giblets, and share them with whatever nocturnal creatures visit. We know they include house cats and foxes; they might include raccoons and or possums.
Alan, there was more than once during grad school that I served my kids "pork choppies" for dinner. One pork chop slivered and stir fried to serve one adult mama and two pre-teen boys. Salad and lotsa veggies.
Think Howard wouldn't mind sharing with the bebe Jesus.
ReplyDeleteThat's a VERY cute Boynton card you linked to on the previous thread, puddle. I think I may have seen it a long time ago, but it is still good fun.
ReplyDeleteRecord busy day at work Tuesday, and us short-handed. Less, but still a heavy workload today (Wednesday still, here). Caught up to where we ought to be by 9PM Wednesday, and ready for another onslaught next week. The work is mostly provided by drunk drivers apprehended by the police; the contestants are off to an early start this year, I think. And here I thought R. Reagan was going to get the government off the backs of the people…
--Alan
A sweet and Merry Christmas to you one and all.
ReplyDeleteWe went to a beautiful church service last evening, during which the man who sang the solo gave the best rendition of O Holy Night that I have ever heard live. Jane the priest spoke of how in Pashawar they are not celebrating Christmas in the wake of the slaughter of innocent children this past week. On the way home, as we rounded a bend in fog, there sitting on the line in the center of the road was a huge female Snowy Owl, who remained undeterred as we approached. Wonder-full!!
Absolutely gorgeous weather here today--no fog in the morning, clouds covering the mountains that turned into clouds above the mountains, mostly clear blue sky with some white cumulus clouds passing by. Turkey should be finished within the hour.
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We had a nice family turkey dinner, and now have everything cleaned up. I always feel guilty about not using every bit of the turkey for food, as my mother did: turkey dinner, turkey sandwiches, turkey hash, turkey casserole, and turkey soup. But she remembered very well when a full serving of meat, like a pork chop, a steak, or fried chicken was a true luxury for which one had to save up in advance or do without. "We ate a lot of casseroles," she told me. And I remember the story my father told of being sent out from the plumbing shop where he worked to change the main valve at the base of a water tower on an estate. It was a hard, miserable two-man job, and they were soaked to the skin when they took a break to eat their sandwiches for lunch. About that time a uniformed maid came out of the house carrying a turkey on a platter that looked like it had maybe two or three slices carved off the breast. She called a big dog, and in front of the men threw the nearly complete turkey to it. My father said he thought for a moment of disputing it with the dog, That would have been in the 1930's. Oh, well. I pick the bones about as well as I can without boiling them, boil the neck and the cut-up giblets, and share them with whatever nocturnal creatures visit. We know they include house cats and foxes; they might include raccoons and or possums.
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Alan, there was more than once during grad school that I served my kids "pork choppies" for dinner. One pork chop slivered and stir fried to serve one adult mama and two pre-teen boys. Salad and lotsa veggies.
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