Sunday, October 08, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving
To my Canadian family and friends.
I got up this morning, and made a pumpkin pie, and at the moment, I’m smokin’ a couple of turkey breasts out on the grill. It’s a wonderfully blah drizzly day. Just as Canadian Thanksgiving should be! Too bad its not snowing, that would cap it.
I’ve also got a pan of parsnips, taters and carrots in the oven. I par boiled them then put them in a baking pan with some grapeseed oil, salt and Italian pepper. James doesn’t know if he’s ever had parsnips before. Sheesh, what did his Mother ever feed him? Never had rhubarb before a couple weeks ago, and never had parsnips!
I smell all smokey. I put some hickory chips on the coals. It’ll probably take a while to cook those pieces of bird, but I’m sure gonna love it! James doesn’t like bird of course, so he’s having steak :-p Then he has to go to work this afternoon, so it’ll be an early feast. This is normal for him, but not so much for me. His family always had holiday dinners at lunch time I’m used to later in the day. But today its just the two of us, and the dogs.
And back to work tomorrow. Then it’ll be Happy Columbus Day, to celebrate the discovery of not America ;-) He actually found the Caribbean. But I s’pose if they want to continue the myth, it’s an excuse for a holiday. We need more holidays down here in the States. There’s not nearly enough.
Well, for your enjoyment, here’s an article from the Morganton News Herald. ¶ 1:14 PM
I got up this morning, and made a pumpkin pie, and at the moment, I’m smokin’ a couple of turkey breasts out on the grill. It’s a wonderfully blah drizzly day. Just as Canadian Thanksgiving should be! Too bad its not snowing, that would cap it.
I’ve also got a pan of parsnips, taters and carrots in the oven. I par boiled them then put them in a baking pan with some grapeseed oil, salt and Italian pepper. James doesn’t know if he’s ever had parsnips before. Sheesh, what did his Mother ever feed him? Never had rhubarb before a couple weeks ago, and never had parsnips!
I smell all smokey. I put some hickory chips on the coals. It’ll probably take a while to cook those pieces of bird, but I’m sure gonna love it! James doesn’t like bird of course, so he’s having steak :-p Then he has to go to work this afternoon, so it’ll be an early feast. This is normal for him, but not so much for me. His family always had holiday dinners at lunch time I’m used to later in the day. But today its just the two of us, and the dogs.
And back to work tomorrow. Then it’ll be Happy Columbus Day, to celebrate the discovery of not America ;-) He actually found the Caribbean. But I s’pose if they want to continue the myth, it’s an excuse for a holiday. We need more holidays down here in the States. There’s not nearly enough.
Well, for your enjoyment, here’s an article from the Morganton News Herald. ¶ 1:14 PM
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Sounds like you had a wonderful Thanksgiving meal. And your weather more as it should be. It was actually sunny and warm (22C) here. We haven't had many sunny days here for a while.
Even more strange, your sister made the dinner. Except mum had to go stuff the bird. No way are her fingers ever going to touch fowl flesh. ;) I really liked the stuffing she made. Had apple and raisins along with the onion. James and AJ had been out all day at a friend's house. James doing some plumbing, pay back for Mark's moving the furnace a couple weeks ago, AJ playing with Connor. as a result AJ was way over-tired. He didn't want to eat anything at all except the blueberry pie he had asked me to bring. Chrissy stood her ground, made hime eat at least one bite of everything. So he tried the chicken and stuffing but refused the corn he was sent to his room. He came down later offering a deal. If he ate some of gramma's salad could he pass on the corn. Deal made and passed, he got his blueberry pie. Took one bite, didn't like it. All that angst over one bite. Ah well, James had thirds of pretty much everything. No leftovers to wrap up, except the pie. Amelia fell asleep before we got to dessert. She didn't have her afternoon nap. Probably wouldn't have had room anyway. We found out she loves corn niblets and mashed potatoes.
Chicken and gravy ran a very close third. That done she asked for juice and down. She then asked for bed. Yes, she asks for her bedtime, or a bath. Gets her toothbrush and demands someone load it up with toothpaste.
Of course, she's a demanding kind of girl. Says book, we read, says juice, we fill her cup, says cat we lift her to pat the paintings.
It's past my bedtime. Blueberry pie seems to work better than coffee as a waker-upper. MAx is not happy I'm here, not in bed. He knows when bedtime is and makes no bones about letting me know when I get off schedule.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, James and my grand dogs.
Luv
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Even more strange, your sister made the dinner. Except mum had to go stuff the bird. No way are her fingers ever going to touch fowl flesh. ;) I really liked the stuffing she made. Had apple and raisins along with the onion. James and AJ had been out all day at a friend's house. James doing some plumbing, pay back for Mark's moving the furnace a couple weeks ago, AJ playing with Connor. as a result AJ was way over-tired. He didn't want to eat anything at all except the blueberry pie he had asked me to bring. Chrissy stood her ground, made hime eat at least one bite of everything. So he tried the chicken and stuffing but refused the corn he was sent to his room. He came down later offering a deal. If he ate some of gramma's salad could he pass on the corn. Deal made and passed, he got his blueberry pie. Took one bite, didn't like it. All that angst over one bite. Ah well, James had thirds of pretty much everything. No leftovers to wrap up, except the pie. Amelia fell asleep before we got to dessert. She didn't have her afternoon nap. Probably wouldn't have had room anyway. We found out she loves corn niblets and mashed potatoes.
Chicken and gravy ran a very close third. That done she asked for juice and down. She then asked for bed. Yes, she asks for her bedtime, or a bath. Gets her toothbrush and demands someone load it up with toothpaste.
Of course, she's a demanding kind of girl. Says book, we read, says juice, we fill her cup, says cat we lift her to pat the paintings.
It's past my bedtime. Blueberry pie seems to work better than coffee as a waker-upper. MAx is not happy I'm here, not in bed. He knows when bedtime is and makes no bones about letting me know when I get off schedule.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, James and my grand dogs.
Luv
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