I've had Thanksgiving with the same group of friends now more than 20 years
- yes, 20 freakn' years! We called ourselves the Thanksgiving Orphans because we were all, for the most part, some distance from our families. So we decided we would be our own voluntary family. In the twenty years that have passed most of us magically became families of our own.
Getting the meal started; 2 tables, no waiting
Adan, Mark and Diego (who is eating a green bean, not a green worm)
This year we gathered in Grass Valley, and damn me if I didn't forget to take a group shot. So I only have the odd shot. Our feast was a collaborative effort.
Mark : juicy, brine-soaked style Tom Turkey (brined by Mark, baked by G.H.) & loads of great wine, all made or gathered by Mark (the little not-so-old winemaker). Of interest, at one point after the turkey had been in the oven for two hours, it was noticed that the oven wasn't turned on, but that was quickly rectified & the day saved;
Fran: Delish cranberry/orange relish and her world renowned 'Yammies': pineapple ring, topped with mashed yam, cranberries and a mini-marshmallow. How did I miss the opportunity to photograph the yammies???
Rick & Nancy: yummy, buttery mashed potatoes, fresh sauteed green beans with almonds, and Italian style salad made with loads of lettuces (butter lettuce, romaine, etc), mozzarella balls, black olives, tomato and tender hearts of artichoke. *drool*
Adan (son of R & N): It was stunning how rapidly he whipped up tasty veggie fare on the spur of the moment, using what bits and bobs he could nick on the fly; vegetarian apple/mushroom gravy and stuffing (for those mindful of not eating our furry/feathered brethren).
Me: stuffing and mushroom laden gravy, (chock full of our furry/feathered brethren)
So we ate all of the above, and frankly, more pies, in more variety than our waistlines will admit to.
Dinner was a wonderful, and sort of a medieval feast, not because we threw the bones over our shoulders (naw, but I did think about it) but because we had three happy dogs and one puppy romping around during the meal; Spencer (big-arse Newfoundland type), Tippy (bassenji/sighthound cross, sort of, maybe, who-the-hell-knows), Landau (beautiful blue merle Aussie Shepard) and the puppy Rebel, also an Aussie.
the other, less delightful highlight was the toaster oven bursting into flames when MY bagel was toasting - bugger.
Rebel, just rescued after falling into the puddle pond
Rebel's batteries went dead rather abruptly
Everyone, save for Crystal and her hubby, stayed the night. Next day we were sort of pie-laden and slow so the day was spent playing
Bananagram (free range Scrabble). So much for our usual window shopping in downtown Grass Valley.
Rick (center) with his boys, Adan (L) and Diego (R)
All in all it was a lovely Thanksgiving. Hope all of my friends/family enjoyed one every bit as cosy as mine.
replacing it in a month or two. That was ages ago - the fridge was about 30-something years old back then. No lie.
So how old is the fridge now? It's freezer contains a mammoth carcass. Tusks, hair, everything. No, really.
So, after years of stalling, I've moved most of the kitchen into the living room and after washing down the kitchen walls, my kitchen overhaul is begun. December is a stupid month to do such a task, but I like to think it's a Christmas present from 'moi' to 'moi'.
Earlier today a handyman moved the water supply line for the fridge and added a new electrical outlet so I can put the upcoming new fridge in a new spot. The handyman's fee was mammothly expensive. I won't be hiring any out-of-the-phone-book plumbers or electricians again any time soon. I wish I could work up the brains/courage to undertake such a job on my own, but cannot rid myself of an inner vision: me, found spread eagle on the counter top, wire in one hand and screwdriver in the other, as plumes of black smoke rise from my smoldering carcass.
