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Quick - We Don't Have Much Time!
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Get dressed. Feed Jenny. Make coffee in my coffeepot. Pull out fresh turkey from fridge, rinse it, dry it, put it back into fridge in roasting pan. It doesn't quite fit the big roaster. Put neck, gizzard, other bits into pot of water on back burner to simmer. Put chopped onion and celery on to simmer in olive oil with a little butter. Put liver in small black cast-iron skillet to brown in a little olive oil. Put milk in coffee. Get out large bowl for stuffing, put it on counter. Go wake up the SU, who has an interest in stuffing. Realize there's no sweetener in the coffee. Attempt to cut up some of the gizzard, pulled out of the stock pot. Attempt to brown gizzard bits, which turn into little hard bits. Return little hard bits to stock pot. SU emerges, dressed, and makes himself coffee in his coffeepot. (We have different Theories of Coffee Management.) Open two packets of stevia and carefully put them into the bowl for the stuffing. Realize it, and dump them back into the coffee and actually drink a little. Turn the turkey liver over and brown it on the other side. Continue stirring onion/celery, add mushrooms. SU finds ancient sage in cupboard; may be good for wisdom but lousy for stuffing. Discard. Decide that onion/celery/mushrooms are done enough. Put cornbread stuffing mix with added torn-up brown bread into pan. Continue looking for herbs. Add rosemary, thyme, lamb seasoning, northwoods seasoning to dry stuffing, stir. Realize stuffing is not in a large enough bowl; SU gets and washes bigger bowl. Dump cooked chopped liver into the pan with the onion mixture, deglaze small skillet with stock from pot on back burner. Dump onion-celery-mushroom-liver mixture into the dry stuffing, stir, add four ladles of stock, stir. Put warm damp stuffing into large casserole dish. Realize turkey really is too big for the large tall roaster. SU finds flat roasting pan without lid, rinses it off, dries it. Together, put stuffing into turkey. Together, put turkey into brown paper bag and staple that sucker with [Dad's] construction-grade stapler, to prevent turkey from escaping and becoming zombie. Put turkey-in-bag on small rack inside larger flatter roasting pan. Put turkey into oven at 325 for 4.9375 hours. (25 min./lb up to 12 lbs., 20 min/lb after that, timed to the minute (4 hours 56 minutes). [Mom's recipe.] Put stuffing casserole dish into fridge. Put stock pot (cooled) into fridge. Get coffee mug, get pfeffernusse. Sit down to write this and realize I'm out of coffee. Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. I am grateful that we have this online community that has been created by all of us together. I am grateful for the people I have met online and in person through online journaling and fannish (and other) activity for the past 15 years. The basis of the fannish community I know started on bulletin boards in the 1980s, moved to newsgroups and mailing lists, then to Blogger, then LJ and IJ and GJ and now here. Thank you for being part of my life. May all be well with you. post a comment
"Group Three: The Go On Without Me's. For you, November turned out to be a very bad month to try and write a novel. Life went completely crazycakes, and you faced a never-ending series of demanding work or school projects, health emergencies, social obligations, and/or tech meltdowns. You managed to get a few good ideas down on paper, but never quite found your novel's rhythm. You're thinking of bowing out, and planning on giving it a try next year."
"My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?" -- Charles M. Schulz (b. 1922-11-26, d. 2000-02-12) To those celebrating it today, Happy Thanksgiving! post a comment
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Please take away my writer's licence.
"Rights are for all. When only some people have them,
they're just privileges. And privileges can be taken away."
-- quixote @ Shakesville,
2009-11-08
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Shades of Infinite Gray Highlander: The Raven, post-series. Nick Wolfe seeks a new life, not entirely of his choosing. This is a sequel to both the Upon This Rock series and the Lovers and Other Strangers series. Illusions Andromeda. Life, and death, and Rommie. And, until I dig the other zine stories off the other computer, and post the poetry, that's all there is... for now. post a comment
This coming weekend is Darkover. As usual, I'm looking for musicians who'll be there, to play in pick-up bands for the Playford dance (11:00 Saturday morning) and the Regency ball (17:00 Saturday evening). I don't have a set list yet. (I'll post again when I do.) In other Darkover news: The Homespun Ceilidh Band will be playing for the costume(optional) ball on Friday night, and a concert Saturday at 16:00. post a comment
...that no one ever sees themselves as the villain: no one ever thinks of themselves as the bully.
Doing better; still weak, still coughing, not needing cough syrup quite as often, and sleeping more than an hour at a time. Hoping this is really the final stage of this ick, since I've already had a couple rounds of "I'm starting to feel better; oh no, I'm worse" already over the past couple of weeks. Having
I don't usually bother with whole oranges, most often dealing with that fruit in the form of juice. Gonna have to remember this for next time: orange slices are a lot less harsh on an already sore throat than gulping OJ is. At some point I should figure out what the key ingredient in Tic-Tacs is that helps open up my airway (at least in the original flavour and the wintergreen ones). If I'm up to it, I've got a lot on my plate this week. HCB rehearsal Wednesday, probably a family thing Thursday (though I've not heard anything yet), then performances Friday and Saturday at Darkover. I've been warned that if what I've had really is hamthrax, it'll be a while before I get much stamina back (and given my perpetual spoon-deficit anyhow, that'll likely be true for me even if this has been Ordinary Flu), so I'm rather nervous about trying too hard on the first bits and falling down on the later bits. But first things first ... and first is to see whether the next twenty four hours show as much improvement as the last fifteen or so, or whether this is just another undulation in the symptom roller-coaster that I'm sick and tired of. So: still breathing, thanks (to a rather significant degree) to medicines brought by dear friends; and hoping to be well enough to perform at Darkover this coming weekend. Wish me luck. post a comment
A few weeks ago, I blogged about a pair of New Holland Honey Eaters had built a nest on the honeysuckle trellis in our back yard, right outside our window.
From the BBC television program Waking the Dead, episode "Deathwatch: part 1" (written by Stephen Davis):
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2. I'm almost inclined to call this the AO3 miracle: all the editing and coding to put my old stories into the archive has awakened my ability to write fiction again after ten years or so -- as you know, I wrote nonfiction in the form of newsblogging from 9/11 until just before the Obama election, and wished much of the time that it *was* fiction. Anyway, I've written a Primeval story and I would dearly love it if someone were willing to Britpick it for me. I don't think there are too many egregious errors, but it's the little things that trip me up. Anyone willing to look at Season One from inside Helen's differently-sane head with me? post a comment
"To preserve the benefits of what is called civilized life, and to remedy at the same time the evil which it has produced, ought to considered as one of the first objects of reformed legislation. "Whether that state that is proudly, perhaps erroneously, called civilization, has most promoted or most injured the general happiness of man is a question that may be strongly contested. On one side, the spectator is dazzled by splendid appearances; on the other, he is shocked by extremes of wretchedness; both of which it has erected. The most affluent and the most miserable of the human race are to be found in the countries that are called civilized." -- Thomas Paine (b. 1737-02-09[*], d. 1809-06-08), Agrarian Justice (written 1795, published 1797) [*] In the calendar in use at the time: 1736-01-29. The Gregorian calendar was adopted by Great Britain and her colonies during Paine's lifetime, in 1752.) post a comment
Gdansk at dawn! (Which is at 8:26, this time of year.)
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