The Days Of Wyrd

A huge winter storm, half warm, half cold, is supposed to collide somewhere directly overhead this weekend.  Waves, wind, rain, wheeeeee!  All kinds of warnings and watches posted on the weather channel.  I. Can't. Wait.

I'm cleaning and cooking this morning.  Interrupted briefly bye some errand running and short visits.  I like to be prepared for loss of electricity, and also enjoy some free time to visit and go wave watching.  

It's just one big party for me this time of year, between the holidays and the weather.  Yesterday I attended my third Christmas party.  Pril, you know which one I speak of here.  We had it at Gussies in their little side banquet room.  The room was cute.  But COLD.  The main restaurant was repainted and had some records and 50's memorabilia thrown on the wall as sort of an afterthought.  When you first walked in you went, oh, think they should mop once in awhile?  Wax would be good.  Then the smell of hundred year old cigar smoke hits you.  Gag.  And don't even THINK of entering the bar.  Dark from lack of light or inches of scum.  Hard to say.  The rug was a series of edged spots covered with debris, bringing to mind puddles of slightly dabbed vomit.  I am NOT exaggerating.  *shudder*. 

The food, though hot and fried in fresh grease, was sparse and expensive.   The waitress.. quite insane.  Let me give you a little example of that.  In the middle of a presentation, said waitress interrupts loadly with her coffee doings.  Presentation continues.  Waitress interrupts again pointing and yelling at some guy out in the parking lot .. "Did he pay?  He better have payed, because I know KARATE", and runs out after the man.  I believe the hick genes from her ancestors have increased expotentially.

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Just as I was thinking how perfectly all of my Thanksgiving cooking had turned out, I burned a batch of pie crust edges that I had prettied up with some heavy cream and a sugar - cinnamon mix.  But that was the ONLY thing I killed.  The pies turned out amazingly wonderful, the best pie creations of all my borne days.  One apple with a crumb topping, one with lattice strips, one cherry pie and three pumpkin pies. 

I also made three large and different kinds of bread and rolls, so I had lots of bread for toast, sandwiches and dinner plus plenty left over for the magical stuffing.

Derek's turkey was also the most perfectly shaped one ever.  Nice and round and pudgy.  He did everything himself (except for a little chopping and occasional basting by mom), and was most excited about the whole food fest.  As I was helping him watch the turkey I kept looking for the little tester to pop out.  I couldn't see the damned thing and figured that I was not good at recognizing it because I don't usually get a turkey with a little pop up thingie.  So I get my reading glasses.  Nada.  Finally I asked Derek if he had seen the little red topped piece of plastic.  "Oh you mean this?" he says as he picks it up off of the kitchen table.  "I saw it in the turkey and thought there was no way you would want me to bake a piece of plastic into food". 

Despite this, the turkey was done to a most heavenly degree.

Then there was the traditional cherry pie filling fluffy fruit salad that is more crap than anything, along with the mass amounts of mashed potatoes, gravy, salad, finger foods... the usual.

One of our older boys came home on leave from the Navy, to participate in foot ball poisoning with the other familial males. We played phone tag with family members not present.

All was good in Wyrdsville. 

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Two days before Thanksgiving and I am cleaning more than I am cooking.  Not what I intended.  Back to back social functions have claimed the best of me perhaps.  OR SO IT WOULD SEEM.  Oddly enough, however, I seem to subject myself to the role of house slavery with abject glee.  I know, somethings wrong with me.  It's not news.

I will not be cooking alone however.  Derek will be in charge of the turkey this year.  It's time.  I figure boys need to learn how to cook too, and though he makes perfect hamburgers, his cooking portfolio could use a few more pages.

Though cooking such a big item seems like a very daunting task, there is really nothing simpler than cooking a turkey.  This morning we pulled it out of the freezer and put it in a cooler.  We covered our turkey-in-a-cooler with ice water.  Tonight we will take out Uncle Tom, cut open his plastic covering, rinse him carefully, and stick him back into the cooler, which will be filled with fresh cold water and seasonings.  Salt, sugar, and a bunch of other stuff.  

For now, I shall stop cleaning and go to the dreaded grocery store, (I've already been there twice). 

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As they have at the house of Wyrd.  I gear up for Thanksgiving with an eye on Christmas.  A BIG EYE. Our holidays pretty much center around the doings of the old ones, however the 'rents of Wyrd have decided to abscond to the land of Las Vegas, to party without the younger crowd.  So the Thanksgiving doings will be hosted by yours truly this year. 

Which will take some finagaling on my part as many projects are coming together demanding to be attended to all at once. 

The heater man, after hiding from us for the past three months, is finally going to come out and install our new and much needed electric heater.  Yay.

Derek has an away trip for his forensic meet.  

Then of course the many get togethers that always hit right before the holidays.  Did I mention I need to clean my house?  Help? 

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Mostly because everybody decided to vote in the little election we had JUST THE WAY I WANTED THEM TO.  Obviously practicing mind control on an entire state works.

Yes everything is going my way.  Found a deal on a small set of the Blue Willow China I covet profusely.  Three large plates stamped with "occupied Japan".  A set of 5 teacups and saucers just like a few others I have.  Several pieces that look like one of the "made in England" designs.  Pretty stuff, at about $1 apiece.  I so scored.

AND, after a couple of months of waiting, Mr. Chambers is coming out to install the new electric furnace.  You know, those guys have lots of important things to do.  Infact, they may be a few days later still, hunting season you know.

Yeah.

Oh!  The midnight madness sale at Farr's flyer came in the mail today!  I hope to see all you homies there.  We go to see the wildlife (people), and maybe win something cool.  Derek goes to eat pizza.  He helps the hot chicks dish it out to people and does little dances for everyone.  He's a 6'4" two year old. 

Til then, you can find me cleaning and cooking and planning for the Holidays.  Thanksgiving is at my house this year.  Yes Pril.  I'm looking at you. 

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And not the good kind like the one that went to her cousins 50'th birthday party which was the PARTY OF THE CENTURY, where people of all walks of life were known to cloister, some dressed in costumes adorned with paper faux marijuana leaves and some not, some dancing to the incredibly wonderful band, some bitching about everyone else that was there.  Which would have been ME had I not been lying on the couch infected with some DISEASE FROM THE BOWELS OF HELL.  Oh.  My.  God.

I haven't been this sick for years.  Yes.  Present tense as in "still is sick".   

Infact.  I think I'll go lay down. 

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