“Everyone is in such a good mood when they’ve eaten well.”
This morning I woke up at around eight, went to the bathroom then went back to bed. I even managed to fall asleep. Henry waited and fell back to sleep with me. I woke up after ten because it was close to four before I went to bed. It was just one of those nights.
Today is winter warm. The sky is a mix of blue and those ever present clouds, but the sun finds its way through and shines every now and then. Finally, a breeze, not a wind.
I’m staying home today yet again. I have stuff to do tomorrow so I’ll brace myself and head out. One of the stops is the dentist where an old filling will be replaced by a new filling. I am not excited.
One Christmas I got Alive, the book about the Andean soccer team who dined on their dead teammates when their plane crashed in the Andes. I found an empty corner Christmas morning and started reading. I stopped for dinner. I read the entire book. My mother wasn’t happy. She wanted to know why I didn’t save it for later. I thought it an inane question. It was a book, a new book, enough said.
When I was in high school, my school was two towns away. Those were the days of bus runs from town to town. I got my bus at 7:05 about 3 blocks away from my house. I always sat with my friends up front. The back of the bus was where the guys sat. I pitied any real people riding the bus. The back was always loud and rowdy. I never got home before 4 and usually closer to 5.
After Christmas, we’d play with our toys and games. We’d eat turkey, the endless turkey from Christmas dinner. My father cleaned the carcass, and he never missed even the smallest piece of meat. The bird’s last identity was soup. I love turkey soup.
My freezer, fridge and larder are filled. Last week I had everything delivered from my three markets. I have plenty of potatoes, onions, bread and meat. I have pita bread and hummus. I have one stick of celery, two tomatoes and a single green pepper. Come dinner time I will open the fridge, stand there and hope to find something appealing. If unsuccessful at the fridge, the next destinations for the Great Food Hunt are the cabinets and the oven, my back-up storage. Last night I found nothing appealing. I ate cinnamon toast for dinner.
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December 29, 2020 at 1:59 pm
Hi Kat,
Your description of your father and the Christmas turkey reminds me of the last few scenes in the movie, “A Christmas Story” where the Bumpass’ dogs got away with their Christmas turkey. 🙂
Today is cloudy and warm, with a high temperature predicted in the middle sixties. The cold front is approaching tonight and hopefully bringing us a good soaking rain tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a good day to start catching up on movies on Amazon Prime and Netflix. Today is turning into a sloth day but I’m determined to start organizing my office. 🙁
How was your dinner right after reading a book about cannibalism? He wasn’t a good friend, but he tasted delicious. 🙂
BTW Turkey soup is my least favorite soup. There’s something in the flavor of turkey that I can live without.
December 29, 2020 at 3:34 pm
Hi Bob,
That father was so disappointed when the dogs took off with his turkey. My father always ate the turkey legs.
It has gotten cold. The sun is still around but is currently below the horizon and is just light, no warmth, but it looks like it will be a pretty sunset. I can already see the light.
Dinner was great and so was the book. The irony is that a closed summer hotel with a stockpile of food was within hiking distance. Two of them hiked out of the mountains. Dinner was fine. I didn’t ‘t need to cook my food on the wing in the sun.
Turkey soup needs help like a good stock then it is tasty.
December 30, 2020 at 9:56 am
Hi Kat,
I read that book, too. I understand perfectly why you would read the whole thing in one day. New book with wicked good story.
The larder is full, here, too. Yesterday, I made date nut bread because there were dates in the Imperfect Food box. I used my Nana’s date nut bread recipe which I have kept all these years but never tried. She had sent it to my mother in a letter sometime in the 50s and it was written the way grandmothers wrote recipes way back when: A list of ingredients, (thankfully with the amounts), and minimal directions as to what one should do with them or how long it should be baked. I did my best guess. It came out very tasty indeed although Paul Hollywood would probably say it was overdone on the top and bottom crusts. 😀 I’m eating it with cream cheese and pleasure nevertheless.
Enjoy the day.
December 30, 2020 at 12:18 pm
Hi Caryn,
My mother couldn’t believe I’d just sit and read. Indeed, it was a wicked good story.
Your date nut bread story could be mine. I use my grandmother’s recipe which makes two loaves. She was the worst cook but she did bake a magnificent date nut bread. It was her only culinary achievement. I made it every Christmas but haven’t in the last couple of years. I haven’t ever had dates from Imperfect foods. If I did, I’d make the bread.
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
December 31, 2020 at 12:31 pm
They came in the organic produce box. They’ve included some twice so far. I had to deselect them last time because one can have too many dates which is why I finally made that date nut bread. You can probably search their site and add them in to your regular order.
December 31, 2020 at 1:22 pm
Thanks! I know they are not deselected. I skipped my next delivery as I still have a lot from the last.
December 30, 2020 at 6:12 pm
I rose at my normal 3amish and stared out of the window..more snow. I was outside by 5:15 clearing the drive. The electric crew were due at 8 to finish the circuits for the furnaces and stuff.
After a somewhat non productive morning I drifted home to watch Wonder Woman (2017) which was jolly good. I then jumped in the way back machine to listen to Springsteen at the Hammersmith in November 75. Do I remember it, Nah and sorta. The days of banking clerking, being broke and no particular sense of where I was heading except I knew I had to make a change. It took 4 long years before I headed to the LSE.
Four of us rode the 470 bus to school for 7 years, I am still friends with one of them, we text everyday and Skype once a week. We were the boys at the back of the bus and thoroughly unpleasant.
It was the days of a driver, a bus conductor, an open platform to get on and off, bus passes and a great big green double decker.
December 30, 2020 at 7:39 pm
My Dear Hedley,
We had bus tickets with 10 rides which we bought every week. My brother kept the money and hitched to school. We went from Stoneham through Winchester to Arlington. The boys at the back were awful. I am also still in touch with a couple of friends from elementary school through high school and even through college with two friends.
I agree about that Wonder Woman. I also thought it good, but today was mostly productive, no fun movies. I had blood drawn then I went to the dentist. Nope, not a fun day but no snow either!!