Submitted by earthling1 on Tue, 11/26/2024 - 10:17am
It looks like I'm going to make it to another turkey day.
Kinda woke up late this morning, sorry!
Anyway gotta figure out a menu for 20.
Need some help with that and an Open Thread.
Welcome all!
again today, and I'm actually back home instead of being in the crash house. So there will be non-hospital turkey in my future as well. And I am very, very thankful indeed.
Brief organ recital: I had an ocular stroke. My vision is unchanged, unfortunately: I apparently pitched an embolism (either fatty or clot), and it has blocked one of the branch arteries in the retina of my left eye. I'm now on asskicking levels of anticoagulants, to try to get blood to perfuse through the blockage and keep that part of my retina alive. So at the moment my Indian name is "hemophiliac", and all the places where they set up IVs and did the unending series of blood draws every 4 hours for a week make me look as if my arms have been gnawed by badgers. Suffice it to say that this is not a good week to have hemhorroids.
The good news is that I'm scheduled for a hyperbaric oxygen treatment tomorrow in a recompression chamber, at my insistence. That'll be fun. I haven't had one of those since I developed decompression sickness after a scuba dive about 20 years ago, and they do a fantastic job of getting O2 to places that need it, and in promoting healing. It's a bit late in this case, but it can't hurt- and if it helps restore my vision, I'm certainly okay with that.
I'll be marching through more doctor's offices than I can count in the next couple of weeks. The doctors are all agog to find out where the clot or fat embolism came from, and I've caused a couple of them some pause when I asked, "Hey, any chance that the Covid vax contributed here?" That's also been good for a laugh or two.
In any case, I read all the responses to my initial post from the crash-house, and I'm so grateful for the support that you folks demonstrated. Many thanks to all, and to the community as a whole! I'm still pretty limited WRT screen time, because my whole visual mechanism is a little challenged at the moment, but I'll be around as time and squinting permits. Getting cleared to drive again is going to be a process...
To make up for any distress I might have caused, here's our favorite recipe for garlic-leek mashed potatoes in the Instant Pot (which is a great sous chef).
Ingredients:
2 large leeks, white and light green parts only, thoroughly rinsed and sliced into thin rings
3 cloves of garlic, minced (at a minimum: there is no maximum, of course.)
1 tablespoon unsalted butter, plus 4 tablespoons, plus more for garnish (optional, but is it really?)
1/4 cup dry white wine, there or thereabouts
3 pounds yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed and cut into six pieces each (i leave mine unpeeled, but you can peel depending on your personal preference)
3/4 cup chicken broth (you can substitute vegetable)
1/2 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup heavy cream
2 teaspoons (heaping) kosher salt, plus more to taste
1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
1 handful finely chopped chives or scallions for garnish (optional)
Directions:
Set your multi-cooker to the sauté setting. Once it’s hot, cook the garlic and leeks in 1 tablespoon of butter until they begin to get translucent, about 3 minutes. Deglaze with the wine, and bring to a simmer. Add the potatoes and broth and give everything a stir. Cover and set to pressure cook on high for 9 minutes.
Once the pressure cooking is complete, let the pressure release naturally for a few minutes before utilizing the instant release function.
When the pressure is released, uncover and add the remaining 4 tablespoons of butter. Begin to mash the potatoes in the pot. As you do, drizzle in the buttermilk and cream, then mix in the salt and pepper. Mash to your desired smoothness. Adjust seasoning to taste. To serve, garnish with more butter and chopped herbs if using.
And if necessary, add more butter. Hey, what's a fat embolism between friends? (;-)
retina. I suggest shaving only with an electric, if at all, until you're off the anti-coagulants. Thanks to a lifetime excess of prednisone I'm a very ready bleeder (and bruiser - try not to bump into shit), so I sort of know whereof I speak. Know at all times the exact whereabouts of any and all pointy shit in vyour vicinity.
get and be well and have the best one you can.
again today, and I'm actually back home instead of being in the crash house. So there will be non-hospital turkey in my future as well. And I am very, very thankful indeed.
Brief organ recital: I had an ocular stroke. My vision is unchanged, unfortunately: I apparently pitched an embolism (either fatty or clot), and it has blocked one of the branch arteries in the retina of my left eye. I'm now on asskicking levels of anticoagulants, to try to get blood to perfuse through the blockage and keep that part of my retina alive. So at the moment my Indian name is "hemophiliac", and all the places where they set up IVs and did the unending series of blood draws every 4 hours for a week make me look as if my arms have been gnawed by badgers. Suffice it to say that this is not a good week to have hemhorroids.
The good news is that I'm scheduled for a hyperbaric oxygen treatment tomorrow in a recompression chamber, at my insistence. That'll be fun. I haven't had one of those since I developed decompression sickness after a scuba dive about 20 years ago, and they do a fantastic job of getting O2 to places that need it, and in promoting healing. It's a bit late in this case, but it can't hurt- and if it helps restore my vision, I'm certainly okay with that.
I'll be marching through more doctor's offices than I can count in the next couple of weeks. The doctors are all agog to find out where the clot or fat embolism came from, and I've caused a couple of them some pause when I asked, "Hey, any chance that the Covid vax contributed here?" That's also been good for a laugh or two.
In any case, I read all the responses to my initial post from the crash-house, and I'm so grateful for the support that you folks demonstrated. Many thanks to all, and to the community as a whole! I'm still pretty limited WRT screen time, because my whole visual mechanism is a little challenged at the moment, but I'll be around as time and squinting permits. Getting cleared to drive again is going to be a process...
To make up for any distress I might have caused, here's our favorite recipe for garlic-leek mashed potatoes in the Instant Pot (which is a great sous chef).
Ingredients:
2 large leeks, white and light green parts only, thoroughly rinsed and sliced into thin rings
3 cloves of garlic, minced (at a minimum: there is no maximum, of course.)
1 tablespoon unsalted butter, plus 4 tablespoons, plus more for garnish (optional, but is it really?)
1/4 cup dry white wine, there or thereabouts
3 pounds yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed and cut into six pieces each (i leave mine unpeeled, but you can peel depending on your personal preference)
3/4 cup chicken broth (you can substitute vegetable)
1/2 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup heavy cream
2 teaspoons (heaping) kosher salt, plus more to taste
1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
1 handful finely chopped chives or scallions for garnish (optional)
Directions:
Set your multi-cooker to the sauté setting. Once it’s hot, cook the garlic and leeks in 1 tablespoon of butter until they begin to get translucent, about 3 minutes. Deglaze with the wine, and bring to a simmer. Add the potatoes and broth and give everything a stir. Cover and set to pressure cook on high for 9 minutes.
Once the pressure cooking is complete, let the pressure release naturally for a few minutes before utilizing the instant release function.
When the pressure is released, uncover and add the remaining 4 tablespoons of butter. Begin to mash the potatoes in the pot. As you do, drizzle in the buttermilk and cream, then mix in the salt and pepper. Mash to your desired smoothness. Adjust seasoning to taste. To serve, garnish with more butter and chopped herbs if using.
And if necessary, add more butter. Hey, what's a fat embolism between friends? (;-)
Thanks again! And be safe out there.
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well and duly relieved of knife duty for tanksgibbons. However, the masher is definitely my cup o' tea, and fairly blunt.
Luckily, though I am a drummer, I quit shaving years ago (unlike Frank Beard, the only member of ZZ that doesn't have one). So I can dodge that bullet, at least. Great music in those videos!
We were walking the pups last night after dark, and a shrub suddenly appeared in front of me- or so I thought, anyway. Couldn't tell if it was a shrub or Rachel Maddow jumping out at me. Starting at shadows is bad juju right now.
retina. I suggest shaving only with an electric, if at all, until you're off the anti-coagulants. Thanks to a lifetime excess of prednisone I'm a very ready bleeder (and bruiser - try not to bump into shit), so I sort of know whereof I speak. Know at all times the exact whereabouts of any and all pointy shit in vyour vicinity.
I gotta say that is something we can all cherish what with Biden doing his best to tick off Russia! Americans should be damn thankful that Putin is in charge instead of some other hot head.
Maybe not…
Getting cleared to drive again is going to be a process...
If your right eye is okay you can still get your drivers license. My left eye was hopeless, but my right was fine and I passed.
Good luck with your recovery and I’m glad that it wasn’t worse for you!
again today, and I'm actually back home instead of being in the crash house. So there will be non-hospital turkey in my future as well. And I am very, very thankful indeed.
Brief organ recital: I had an ocular stroke. My vision is unchanged, unfortunately: I apparently pitched an embolism (either fatty or clot), and it has blocked one of the branch arteries in the retina of my left eye. I'm now on asskicking levels of anticoagulants, to try to get blood to perfuse through the blockage and keep that part of my retina alive. So at the moment my Indian name is "hemophiliac", and all the places where they set up IVs and did the unending series of blood draws every 4 hours for a week make me look as if my arms have been gnawed by badgers. Suffice it to say that this is not a good week to have hemhorroids.
The good news is that I'm scheduled for a hyperbaric oxygen treatment tomorrow in a recompression chamber, at my insistence. That'll be fun. I haven't had one of those since I developed decompression sickness after a scuba dive about 20 years ago, and they do a fantastic job of getting O2 to places that need it, and in promoting healing. It's a bit late in this case, but it can't hurt- and if it helps restore my vision, I'm certainly okay with that.
I'll be marching through more doctor's offices than I can count in the next couple of weeks. The doctors are all agog to find out where the clot or fat embolism came from, and I've caused a couple of them some pause when I asked, "Hey, any chance that the Covid vax contributed here?" That's also been good for a laugh or two.
In any case, I read all the responses to my initial post from the crash-house, and I'm so grateful for the support that you folks demonstrated. Many thanks to all, and to the community as a whole! I'm still pretty limited WRT screen time, because my whole visual mechanism is a little challenged at the moment, but I'll be around as time and squinting permits. Getting cleared to drive again is going to be a process...
To make up for any distress I might have caused, here's our favorite recipe for garlic-leek mashed potatoes in the Instant Pot (which is a great sous chef).
Ingredients:
2 large leeks, white and light green parts only, thoroughly rinsed and sliced into thin rings
3 cloves of garlic, minced (at a minimum: there is no maximum, of course.)
1 tablespoon unsalted butter, plus 4 tablespoons, plus more for garnish (optional, but is it really?)
1/4 cup dry white wine, there or thereabouts
3 pounds yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed and cut into six pieces each (i leave mine unpeeled, but you can peel depending on your personal preference)
3/4 cup chicken broth (you can substitute vegetable)
1/2 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup heavy cream
2 teaspoons (heaping) kosher salt, plus more to taste
1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
1 handful finely chopped chives or scallions for garnish (optional)
Directions:
Set your multi-cooker to the sauté setting. Once it’s hot, cook the garlic and leeks in 1 tablespoon of butter until they begin to get translucent, about 3 minutes. Deglaze with the wine, and bring to a simmer. Add the potatoes and broth and give everything a stir. Cover and set to pressure cook on high for 9 minutes.
Once the pressure cooking is complete, let the pressure release naturally for a few minutes before utilizing the instant release function.
When the pressure is released, uncover and add the remaining 4 tablespoons of butter. Begin to mash the potatoes in the pot. As you do, drizzle in the buttermilk and cream, then mix in the salt and pepper. Mash to your desired smoothness. Adjust seasoning to taste. To serve, garnish with more butter and chopped herbs if using.
And if necessary, add more butter. Hey, what's a fat embolism between friends? (;-)
Thanks again! And be safe out there.
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There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
that's not the problem. The problem has to do with my own reflexes, when I suddenly realize that there's a big featureless gray blob dead ahead that wasn't there only a moment ago, especially at night.
Well, that and tripping over curbs. It's going to take some doing for me to retrain myself for this new visual reality. I know that I can do it, but I'm not going to trust myself behind the wheel for quite a while.
Luckily, alcohol is also a blood thinner, so I can continue to work on the perfusion problem in my own inimitable way... (;-)
I gotta say that is something we can all cherish what with Biden doing his best to tick off Russia! Americans should be damn thankful that Putin is in charge instead of some other hot head.
Maybe not…
Getting cleared to drive again is going to be a process...
If your right eye is okay you can still get your drivers license. My left eye was hopeless, but my right was fine and I passed.
Good luck with your recovery and I’m glad that it wasn’t worse for you!
that's not the problem. The problem has to do with my own reflexes, when I suddenly realize that there's a big featureless gray blob dead ahead that wasn't there only a moment ago, especially at night.
Well, that and tripping over curbs. It's going to take some doing for me to retrain myself for this new visual reality. I know that I can do it, but I'm not going to trust myself behind the wheel for quite a while.
Luckily, alcohol is also a blood thinner, so I can continue to work on the perfusion problem in my own inimitable way... (;-)
Thanks for the kind words!
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@usefewersyllables
Nice to see you still have your great sense of humor and a yummy sounding recipe.
I hope they don't pipe in chamber music while you're in there. Mostly, I hope it works.
Thanks for the update. Keeping fingers crossed (even though it's really hard to type.
again today, and I'm actually back home instead of being in the crash house. So there will be non-hospital turkey in my future as well. And I am very, very thankful indeed.
Brief organ recital: I had an ocular stroke. My vision is unchanged, unfortunately: I apparently pitched an embolism (either fatty or clot), and it has blocked one of the branch arteries in the retina of my left eye. I'm now on asskicking levels of anticoagulants, to try to get blood to perfuse through the blockage and keep that part of my retina alive. So at the moment my Indian name is "hemophiliac", and all the places where they set up IVs and did the unending series of blood draws every 4 hours for a week make me look as if my arms have been gnawed by badgers. Suffice it to say that this is not a good week to have hemhorroids.
The good news is that I'm scheduled for a hyperbaric oxygen treatment tomorrow in a recompression chamber, at my insistence. That'll be fun. I haven't had one of those since I developed decompression sickness after a scuba dive about 20 years ago, and they do a fantastic job of getting O2 to places that need it, and in promoting healing. It's a bit late in this case, but it can't hurt- and if it helps restore my vision, I'm certainly okay with that.
I'll be marching through more doctor's offices than I can count in the next couple of weeks. The doctors are all agog to find out where the clot or fat embolism came from, and I've caused a couple of them some pause when I asked, "Hey, any chance that the Covid vax contributed here?" That's also been good for a laugh or two.
In any case, I read all the responses to my initial post from the crash-house, and I'm so grateful for the support that you folks demonstrated. Many thanks to all, and to the community as a whole! I'm still pretty limited WRT screen time, because my whole visual mechanism is a little challenged at the moment, but I'll be around as time and squinting permits. Getting cleared to drive again is going to be a process...
To make up for any distress I might have caused, here's our favorite recipe for garlic-leek mashed potatoes in the Instant Pot (which is a great sous chef).
Ingredients:
2 large leeks, white and light green parts only, thoroughly rinsed and sliced into thin rings
3 cloves of garlic, minced (at a minimum: there is no maximum, of course.)
1 tablespoon unsalted butter, plus 4 tablespoons, plus more for garnish (optional, but is it really?)
1/4 cup dry white wine, there or thereabouts
3 pounds yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed and cut into six pieces each (i leave mine unpeeled, but you can peel depending on your personal preference)
3/4 cup chicken broth (you can substitute vegetable)
1/2 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup heavy cream
2 teaspoons (heaping) kosher salt, plus more to taste
1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
1 handful finely chopped chives or scallions for garnish (optional)
Directions:
Set your multi-cooker to the sauté setting. Once it’s hot, cook the garlic and leeks in 1 tablespoon of butter until they begin to get translucent, about 3 minutes. Deglaze with the wine, and bring to a simmer. Add the potatoes and broth and give everything a stir. Cover and set to pressure cook on high for 9 minutes.
Once the pressure cooking is complete, let the pressure release naturally for a few minutes before utilizing the instant release function.
When the pressure is released, uncover and add the remaining 4 tablespoons of butter. Begin to mash the potatoes in the pot. As you do, drizzle in the buttermilk and cream, then mix in the salt and pepper. Mash to your desired smoothness. Adjust seasoning to taste. To serve, garnish with more butter and chopped herbs if using.
And if necessary, add more butter. Hey, what's a fat embolism between friends? (;-)
Thanks again! And be safe out there.
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Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
If you want any other recipe ideas, let me know- I'm happy to contribute to your 20-person meal in any way that I can! We also have a brussel-sprout with pancetta and lemon recipe that is a perennial holiday favorite- and my wife's cranberry sauce (made with dried apricots that have been macerated in either sherry, or the Adult Beverage of your choosing) is to die for...
#1
Nice to see you still have your great sense of humor and a yummy sounding recipe.
I hope they don't pipe in chamber music while you're in there. Mostly, I hope it works.
Thanks for the update. Keeping fingers crossed (even though it's really hard to type.
@usefewersyllables
That cranberry sauce sounds Devine. Does it have cranberries in it or just "pickled" apricots?
I'm the only one who has a taste for cranberry sauce in the whole family. Consequently, I'm reduced to canned, since I'm the only one who likes it.
Would be really nice to try out a scrumptious new recipe that they might like.
And I just happen to have a bottle of apricot flavored brandy.
If you want any other recipe ideas, let me know- I'm happy to contribute to your 20-person meal in any way that I can! We also have a brussel-sprout with pancetta and lemon recipe that is a perennial holiday favorite- and my wife's cranberry sauce (made with dried apricots that have been macerated in either sherry, or the Adult Beverage of your choosing) is to die for...
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Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
But the best thing is that the sherry-macerated apricots magically denature the majority of the bitterness of the cranberries that I used to hate: everyone who tries it can't believe that they are actually cranberries, and suddenly decide that they like them...
Spirited Cranberry-Apricot Sauce
Ingredients:
1 cup dried apricot -- thinly sliced
1/2 cup sherry, or the moral equivalent (quantity negotiable, of course)
1 1/2 cups water
1 1/3 cups sugar or splenda (we use splenda, or more recently agave: no refined sugar here)
1/2 cup honey
2 bags fresh or frozen cranberries
Directions:
Combine apricots and sherry in a small bowl. Cover and let stand 8 hours, or up to a month. (;-)
Combine water and sugar in a medium saucepan; bring to a boil. Add apricot mixture, honey, and cranberries. Cook over medium heat 8 minutes or until slightly thick.
Spoon mixture into bowl, cover and chill. This freezes very well for future meals!
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That cranberry sauce sounds Devine. Does it have cranberries in it or just "pickled" apricots?
I'm the only one who has a taste for cranberry sauce in the whole family. Consequently, I'm reduced to canned, since I'm the only one who likes it.
Would be really nice to try out a scrumptious new recipe that they might like.
And I just happen to have a bottle of apricot flavored brandy.
But the best thing is that the sherry-macerated apricots magically denature the majority of the bitterness of the cranberries that I used to hate: everyone who tries it can't believe that they are actually cranberries, and suddenly decide that they like them...
Spirited Cranberry-Apricot Sauce
Ingredients:
1 cup dried apricot -- thinly sliced
1/2 cup sherry, or the moral equivalent (quantity negotiable, of course)
1 1/2 cups water
1 1/3 cups sugar or splenda (we use splenda, or more recently agave: no refined sugar here)
1/2 cup honey
2 bags fresh or frozen cranberries
Directions:
Combine apricots and sherry in a small bowl. Cover and let stand 8 hours, or up to a month. (;-)
Combine water and sugar in a medium saucepan; bring to a boil. Add apricot mixture, honey, and cranberries. Cook over medium heat 8 minutes or until slightly thick.
Spoon mixture into bowl, cover and chill. This freezes very well for future meals!
the best thing about the recipe. My wife is originally from New England, just north of Boston. And she has her cranberries down to a friggin' science, lemme tellya...
I remember the first time she made this, back when we were courtin' and sparkin'. I told her how much I hated cranberries, and she simply said "Watch. And learn." I've never looked back, and I've been eating them very happily for 35+ years now.
@usefewersyllables
your holiday! Maybe that eye will improve.
All the best, friend.
again today, and I'm actually back home instead of being in the crash house. So there will be non-hospital turkey in my future as well. And I am very, very thankful indeed.
Brief organ recital: I had an ocular stroke. My vision is unchanged, unfortunately: I apparently pitched an embolism (either fatty or clot), and it has blocked one of the branch arteries in the retina of my left eye. I'm now on asskicking levels of anticoagulants, to try to get blood to perfuse through the blockage and keep that part of my retina alive. So at the moment my Indian name is "hemophiliac", and all the places where they set up IVs and did the unending series of blood draws every 4 hours for a week make me look as if my arms have been gnawed by badgers. Suffice it to say that this is not a good week to have hemhorroids.
The good news is that I'm scheduled for a hyperbaric oxygen treatment tomorrow in a recompression chamber, at my insistence. That'll be fun. I haven't had one of those since I developed decompression sickness after a scuba dive about 20 years ago, and they do a fantastic job of getting O2 to places that need it, and in promoting healing. It's a bit late in this case, but it can't hurt- and if it helps restore my vision, I'm certainly okay with that.
I'll be marching through more doctor's offices than I can count in the next couple of weeks. The doctors are all agog to find out where the clot or fat embolism came from, and I've caused a couple of them some pause when I asked, "Hey, any chance that the Covid vax contributed here?" That's also been good for a laugh or two.
In any case, I read all the responses to my initial post from the crash-house, and I'm so grateful for the support that you folks demonstrated. Many thanks to all, and to the community as a whole! I'm still pretty limited WRT screen time, because my whole visual mechanism is a little challenged at the moment, but I'll be around as time and squinting permits. Getting cleared to drive again is going to be a process...
To make up for any distress I might have caused, here's our favorite recipe for garlic-leek mashed potatoes in the Instant Pot (which is a great sous chef).
Ingredients:
2 large leeks, white and light green parts only, thoroughly rinsed and sliced into thin rings
3 cloves of garlic, minced (at a minimum: there is no maximum, of course.)
1 tablespoon unsalted butter, plus 4 tablespoons, plus more for garnish (optional, but is it really?)
1/4 cup dry white wine, there or thereabouts
3 pounds yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed and cut into six pieces each (i leave mine unpeeled, but you can peel depending on your personal preference)
3/4 cup chicken broth (you can substitute vegetable)
1/2 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup heavy cream
2 teaspoons (heaping) kosher salt, plus more to taste
1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
1 handful finely chopped chives or scallions for garnish (optional)
Directions:
Set your multi-cooker to the sauté setting. Once it’s hot, cook the garlic and leeks in 1 tablespoon of butter until they begin to get translucent, about 3 minutes. Deglaze with the wine, and bring to a simmer. Add the potatoes and broth and give everything a stir. Cover and set to pressure cook on high for 9 minutes.
Once the pressure cooking is complete, let the pressure release naturally for a few minutes before utilizing the instant release function.
When the pressure is released, uncover and add the remaining 4 tablespoons of butter. Begin to mash the potatoes in the pot. As you do, drizzle in the buttermilk and cream, then mix in the salt and pepper. Mash to your desired smoothness. Adjust seasoning to taste. To serve, garnish with more butter and chopped herbs if using.
And if necessary, add more butter. Hey, what's a fat embolism between friends? (;-)
Thanks again! And be safe out there.
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Finish OT.
Finish coffee, Doctor forbids caffeine. Gotta learn to live without it.
Finnish menu, turkey thawing on top of Vette in garage.
Move a Forrest of houseplants into spare room. Taller ones (6' to 9') to back patio.
Clean house!
Edit: It's been two weeks without a lifetime of caffinated coffee, so I'm still in withdrawal. The fake coffee (decaf) is mentally comforting, but the physical boost I miss. But I'm finding it easier than giving up sugar. Of which I'm a total failure.
The one good thing is I'm not substituting more sugar to make up the energy difference.
Edit2: Will have 20 family guests this time. Each year the rsvps gets smaller and smaller do to grandkids pairing off and getting married or finding significant others, and consequently we have to share them with inlaws or there families (boo hoo).
It's getting complicated keeping track of who is coming to Thanksgiving in lieu of Christmas dinner and vise versa.
Sharing......bah humbug.
No great-grandkids yet but......
We used to have up to 50.
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Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
I feel your pain. I spent the first half of my engineering career being entirely caffiene-powered. I could never drink coffee, because my palate is miswired and I seriously cannot deal with that much bitter. As a result, my preferred embodiment of the invention was a can of Jolt Cola with two No-Doz dissolved in it...
As a result, the day my cardiologist told me that I was to become decaffeinated stat! was a very bad day that lasted several months. The withdrawal process is altogether too real. Keep the faith, though, because it does get better. Eventually.
Finish OT.
Finish coffee, Doctor forbids caffeine. Gotta learn to live without it.
Finnish menu, turkey thawing on top of Vette in garage.
Move a Forrest of houseplants into spare room. Taller ones (6' to 9') to back patio.
Clean house!
Edit: It's been two weeks without a lifetime of caffinated coffee, so I'm still in withdrawal. The fake coffee (decaf) is mentally comforting, but the physical boost I miss. But I'm finding it easier than giving up sugar. Of which I'm a total failure.
The one good thing is I'm not substituting more sugar to make up the energy difference.
Edit2: Will have 20 family guests this time. Each year the rsvps gets smaller and smaller do to grandkids pairing off and getting married or finding significant others, and consequently we have to share them with inlaws or there families (boo hoo).
It's getting complicated keeping track of who is coming to Thanksgiving in lieu of Christmas dinner and vise versa.
Sharing......bah humbug.
No great-grandkids yet but......
We used to have up to 50.
I feel your pain. I spent the first half of my engineering career being entirely caffiene-powered. I could never drink coffee, because my palate is miswired and I seriously cannot deal with that much bitter. As a result, my preferred embodiment of the invention was a can of Jolt Cola with two No-Doz dissolved in it...
As a result, the day my cardiologist told me that I was to become decaffeinated stat! was a very bad day that lasted several months. The withdrawal process is altogether too real. Keep the faith, though, because it does get better. Eventually.
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4 users have voted.
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Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
Back in the good old days our family celebrated every holiday and the whole extended family of in laws and friends would get together or stop by during the day or night and a good time was had by all.
Now my cousins do their own first family and my brother does his…so it was just Abby, Charlie and now Sam and me doing our own thing. Weather is going to be nasty on T day so no trip to the island this year. I don’t think Sam would enjoy herself being cooped up in the trailer…maybe Xmas. Sometimes there are perks to being an orphan…other times not so much, but it is what it is.
Finish OT.
Finish coffee, Doctor forbids caffeine. Gotta learn to live without it.
Finnish menu, turkey thawing on top of Vette in garage.
Move a Forrest of houseplants into spare room. Taller ones (6' to 9') to back patio.
Clean house!
Edit: It's been two weeks without a lifetime of caffinated coffee, so I'm still in withdrawal. The fake coffee (decaf) is mentally comforting, but the physical boost I miss. But I'm finding it easier than giving up sugar. Of which I'm a total failure.
The one good thing is I'm not substituting more sugar to make up the energy difference.
Edit2: Will have 20 family guests this time. Each year the rsvps gets smaller and smaller do to grandkids pairing off and getting married or finding significant others, and consequently we have to share them with inlaws or there families (boo hoo).
It's getting complicated keeping track of who is coming to Thanksgiving in lieu of Christmas dinner and vise versa.
Sharing......bah humbug.
No great-grandkids yet but......
We used to have up to 50.
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There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
Back in the good old days our family celebrated every holiday and the whole extended family of in laws and friends would get together or stop by during the day or night and a good time was had by all.
Now my cousins do their own first family and my brother does his…so it was just Abby, Charlie and now Sam and me doing our own thing. Weather is going to be nasty on T day so no trip to the island this year. I don’t think Sam would enjoy herself being cooped up in the trailer…maybe Xmas. Sometimes there are perks to being an orphan…other times not so much, but it is what it is.
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There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
@snoopydawg
of most the family and is usually attended by all but a few. Everyone loves the White Elephant gift exchange chaos.
Have a peaceful Thanksgiving.
Back in the good old days our family celebrated every holiday and the whole extended family of in laws and friends would get together or stop by during the day or night and a good time was had by all.
Now my cousins do their own first family and my brother does his…so it was just Abby, Charlie and now Sam and me doing our own thing. Weather is going to be nasty on T day so no trip to the island this year. I don’t think Sam would enjoy herself being cooped up in the trailer…maybe Xmas. Sometimes there are perks to being an orphan…other times not so much, but it is what it is.
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Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
@earthling1
I always cooked a spiral cut honey ham, or chicken, cornbread dressing. Sweet potatoes, or potatoes au gratin. A pot of beans or peas. Pecan pie a la mode. German chocolate cake. Baked squash, yellow crookneck or butternut. Depends on my mood.
Something for everyone.
I have a tradition over the last 25 years to eat whatever meal sounds good. Steak? Tacos? Pizza? This year, barbecue baby back ribs, potato salad, coleslaw, ice cream for dessert.
Thanks for the T, and enjoy your family gathering, friend!
Finish OT.
Finish coffee, Doctor forbids caffeine. Gotta learn to live without it.
Finnish menu, turkey thawing on top of Vette in garage.
Move a Forrest of houseplants into spare room. Taller ones (6' to 9') to back patio.
Clean house!
Edit: It's been two weeks without a lifetime of caffinated coffee, so I'm still in withdrawal. The fake coffee (decaf) is mentally comforting, but the physical boost I miss. But I'm finding it easier than giving up sugar. Of which I'm a total failure.
The one good thing is I'm not substituting more sugar to make up the energy difference.
Edit2: Will have 20 family guests this time. Each year the rsvps gets smaller and smaller do to grandkids pairing off and getting married or finding significant others, and consequently we have to share them with inlaws or there families (boo hoo).
It's getting complicated keeping track of who is coming to Thanksgiving in lieu of Christmas dinner and vise versa.
Sharing......bah humbug.
No great-grandkids yet but......
We used to have up to 50.
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"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false." ---- William Casey, CIA Director, 1981
major deluge we recently went through. Tanksgibbons creeps closer and closer -
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
...
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches across the country to be born?
What indeed but tanksgibbons. Vast hordes shall travel hither and yon
and gargantuan volumes of food and other edibles will be consumed. Cooks
and householders will be frazzled and there shall be runs on BevMo.
I however must trundle off not in search of thees guy:
but to get my veins pumped full of strange fluids and pcik up, along the way, a couple of choice Tri-Tip roasts to grill come Thurbsdai. Somewhere I have a photo of a US main battle tank and one of some species of gibbon. I always contemplated putting the gibbon on the tank as a glyph for Tanksgibbons, but came to realize that Tanksgibbons ends in s, so instead of a gibbon I need a gibbons, obviously this one:
so, thass it fer now
be well and have a good one
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That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
@enhydra lutris
Always was amazed that they could understand each other.
But then I completely failed Shakespeare. Ditto with the Bible.
I have to seek a scholar for the former and the latter, and Kamalaspeak.
Thanks for the post.
major deluge we recently went through. Tanksgibbons creeps closer and closer -
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
...
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches across the country to be born?
What indeed but tanksgibbons. Vast hordes shall travel hither and yon
and gargantuan volumes of food and other edibles will be consumed. Cooks
and householders will be frazzled and there shall be runs on BevMo.
I however must trundle off not in search of thees guy:
but to get my veins pumped full of strange fluids and pcik up, along the way, a couple of choice Tri-Tip roasts to grill come Thurbsdai. Somewhere I have a photo of a US main battle tank and one of some species of gibbon. I always contemplated putting the gibbon on the tank as a glyph for Tanksgibbons, but came to realize that Tanksgibbons ends in s, so instead of a gibbon I need a gibbons, obviously this one:
so, thass it fer now
be well and have a good one
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Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
it's a perennial. I use "Tanks" because something about "Thanksgiving" grates; thank whom, for what?
be well and have a good one
#3
Always was amazed that they could understand each other.
But then I completely failed Shakespeare. Ditto with the Bible.
I have to seek a scholar for the former and the latter, and Kamalaspeak.
Thanks for the post.
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That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
doing spatchcock turkey
marinating in the fridge
sides of smashed taters
dirty rice dressing
red cabbage, squash and greens
plenty pies, appetizers and wine
only 10 mouths to feed this time
PS. love to cook
cheers!
major deluge we recently went through. Tanksgibbons creeps closer and closer -
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
...
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches across the country to be born?
What indeed but tanksgibbons. Vast hordes shall travel hither and yon
and gargantuan volumes of food and other edibles will be consumed. Cooks
and householders will be frazzled and there shall be runs on BevMo.
I however must trundle off not in search of thees guy:
but to get my veins pumped full of strange fluids and pcik up, along the way, a couple of choice Tri-Tip roasts to grill come Thurbsdai. Somewhere I have a photo of a US main battle tank and one of some species of gibbon. I always contemplated putting the gibbon on the tank as a glyph for Tanksgibbons, but came to realize that Tanksgibbons ends in s, so instead of a gibbon I need a gibbons, obviously this one:
doing spatchcock turkey
marinating in the fridge
sides of smashed taters
dirty rice dressing
red cabbage, squash and greens
plenty pies, appetizers and wine
only 10 mouths to feed this time
@QMS
I copied your recipe for the dirty rice and looking forward to using it @ Christmas dinner.
Sounds so yummy, thanks for that and the tunes.
Have a great Thanksgiving.
doing spatchcock turkey
marinating in the fridge
sides of smashed taters
dirty rice dressing
red cabbage, squash and greens
plenty pies, appetizers and wine
only 10 mouths to feed this time
PS. love to cook
cheers!
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Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
@earthling1
ya gotcha da trinity
doing jasmine rice
takes less fluid 1:1 1/4
using turkey stock
silky and smooth
cheers!
#3.2
I copied your recipe for the dirty rice and looking forward to using it @ Christmas dinner.
Sounds so yummy, thanks for that and the tunes.
Have a great Thanksgiving.
a large whole turkey on the kettle when we had a lot of guests and a small spatchcoked turkey on the Weber 2200 when we only had a few. Thins is, neither of us really likes turkey all that much. Six of us this year, and it's time to have something we like; best addressed with 2 smallish tri-tips, about 2.5# each, guarantees leftovers, grill up somewhat quickly, scalloped taters becaue I always did cheesy garlic mashed with the birds, no dressing (yay), some sort of broccoli casserole (tired of green bean casserole), rolls, Homemade applesauce, pumpkin pie and my brother's widow's rum cake.
There will be good zin, cab and/or petite and appetizers - chips with bean dip, cheeses, salame, olives, gherkins and all like that for appetizers with, of course, wine.
doing spatchcock turkey
marinating in the fridge
sides of smashed taters
dirty rice dressing
red cabbage, squash and greens
plenty pies, appetizers and wine
only 10 mouths to feed this time
PS. love to cook
cheers!
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That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
a large whole turkey on the kettle when we had a lot of guests and a small spatchcoked turkey on the Weber 2200 when we only had a few. Thins is, neither of us really likes turkey all that much. Six of us this year, and it's time to have something we like; best addressed with 2 smallish tri-tips, about 2.5# each, guarantees leftovers, grill up somewhat quickly, scalloped taters becaue I always did cheesy garlic mashed with the birds, no dressing (yay), some sort of broccoli casserole (tired of green bean casserole), rolls, Homemade applesauce, pumpkin pie and my brother's widow's rum cake.
There will be good zin, cab and/or petite and appetizers - chips with bean dip, cheeses, salame, olives, gherkins and all like that for appetizers with, of course, wine.
I note that the messages says "blocked from typepad.com", not MoA in particular. I don't know of any other blogs on typepad to test, but that message implies that the whole hosting service might be down.
On edit: yes, the problem is with typepad. According to isitdownrightnow.com, the site responds with "access to typedesk.com is declined" to their probes for status.
I wonder if it is a DDOS attack, and if so- who? And by whom?
#4 I can email the owner, if I had the email address, of course.
Which site is next?
I note that the messages says "blocked from typepad.com", not MoA in particular. I don't know of any other blogs on typepad to test, but that message implies that the whole hosting service might be down.
On edit: yes, the problem is with typepad. According to isitdownrightnow.com, the site responds with "access to typedesk.com is declined" to their probes for status.
I wonder if it is a DDOS attack, and if so- who? And by whom?
#4 I can email the owner, if I had the email address, of course.
Which site is next?
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There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
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Woke up "not dead"
again today, and I'm actually back home instead of being in the crash house. So there will be non-hospital turkey in my future as well. And I am very, very thankful indeed.
Brief organ recital: I had an ocular stroke. My vision is unchanged, unfortunately: I apparently pitched an embolism (either fatty or clot), and it has blocked one of the branch arteries in the retina of my left eye. I'm now on asskicking levels of anticoagulants, to try to get blood to perfuse through the blockage and keep that part of my retina alive. So at the moment my Indian name is "hemophiliac", and all the places where they set up IVs and did the unending series of blood draws every 4 hours for a week make me look as if my arms have been gnawed by badgers. Suffice it to say that this is not a good week to have hemhorroids.
The good news is that I'm scheduled for a hyperbaric oxygen treatment tomorrow in a recompression chamber, at my insistence. That'll be fun. I haven't had one of those since I developed decompression sickness after a scuba dive about 20 years ago, and they do a fantastic job of getting O2 to places that need it, and in promoting healing. It's a bit late in this case, but it can't hurt- and if it helps restore my vision, I'm certainly okay with that.
I'll be marching through more doctor's offices than I can count in the next couple of weeks. The doctors are all agog to find out where the clot or fat embolism came from, and I've caused a couple of them some pause when I asked, "Hey, any chance that the Covid vax contributed here?" That's also been good for a laugh or two.
In any case, I read all the responses to my initial post from the crash-house, and I'm so grateful for the support that you folks demonstrated. Many thanks to all, and to the community as a whole! I'm still pretty limited WRT screen time, because my whole visual mechanism is a little challenged at the moment, but I'll be around as time and squinting permits. Getting cleared to drive again is going to be a process...
To make up for any distress I might have caused, here's our favorite recipe for garlic-leek mashed potatoes in the Instant Pot (which is a great sous chef).
Ingredients:
2 large leeks, white and light green parts only, thoroughly rinsed and sliced into thin rings
3 cloves of garlic, minced (at a minimum: there is no maximum, of course.)
1 tablespoon unsalted butter, plus 4 tablespoons, plus more for garnish (optional, but is it really?)
1/4 cup dry white wine, there or thereabouts
3 pounds yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed and cut into six pieces each (i leave mine unpeeled, but you can peel depending on your personal preference)
3/4 cup chicken broth (you can substitute vegetable)
1/2 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup heavy cream
2 teaspoons (heaping) kosher salt, plus more to taste
1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
1 handful finely chopped chives or scallions for garnish (optional)
Directions:
Set your multi-cooker to the sauté setting. Once it’s hot, cook the garlic and leeks in 1 tablespoon of butter until they begin to get translucent, about 3 minutes. Deglaze with the wine, and bring to a simmer. Add the potatoes and broth and give everything a stir. Cover and set to pressure cook on high for 9 minutes.
Once the pressure cooking is complete, let the pressure release naturally for a few minutes before utilizing the instant release function.
When the pressure is released, uncover and add the remaining 4 tablespoons of butter. Begin to mash the potatoes in the pot. As you do, drizzle in the buttermilk and cream, then mix in the salt and pepper. Mash to your desired smoothness. Adjust seasoning to taste. To serve, garnish with more butter and chopped herbs if using.
And if necessary, add more butter. Hey, what's a fat embolism between friends? (;-)
Thanks again! And be safe out there.
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
Hola UFS and welcome back. Best of luck with the
retina. I suggest shaving only with an electric, if at all, until you're off the anti-coagulants. Thanks to a lifetime excess of prednisone I'm a very ready bleeder (and bruiser - try not to bump into shit), so I sort of know whereof I speak. Know at all times the exact whereabouts of any and all pointy shit in vyour vicinity.
get and be well and have the best one you can.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
I am indeed
well and duly relieved of knife duty for tanksgibbons. However, the masher is definitely my cup o' tea, and fairly blunt.
Luckily, though I am a drummer, I quit shaving years ago (unlike Frank Beard, the only member of ZZ that doesn't have one). So I can dodge that bullet, at least. Great music in those videos!
We were walking the pups last night after dark, and a shrub suddenly appeared in front of me- or so I thought, anyway. Couldn't tell if it was a shrub or Rachel Maddow jumping out at me. Starting at shadows is bad juju right now.
Thanks much, mi hermano!
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
Glad that you are home again and that you didn’t wake up dead…
I gotta say that is something we can all cherish what with Biden doing his best to tick off Russia! Americans should be damn thankful that Putin is in charge instead of some other hot head.
Maybe not…
If your right eye is okay you can still get your drivers license. My left eye was hopeless, but my right was fine and I passed.
Good luck with your recovery and I’m glad that it wasn’t worse for you!
There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
Harris is unburdened of speaking going forward.
Oh, I can get it-
that's not the problem. The problem has to do with my own reflexes, when I suddenly realize that there's a big featureless gray blob dead ahead that wasn't there only a moment ago, especially at night.
Well, that and tripping over curbs. It's going to take some doing for me to retrain myself for this new visual reality. I know that I can do it, but I'm not going to trust myself behind the wheel for quite a while.
Luckily, alcohol is also a blood thinner, so I can continue to work on the perfusion problem in my own inimitable way... (;-)
Thanks for the kind words!
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
Globally relevant instructions from my PT -
Do.Not. Fall. Down. That is your new primary mission and goal in life.
be well and have a good one
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
Word!
n/t
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
Good morning, usefewersyllables
Nice to see you still have your great sense of humor and a yummy sounding recipe.
I hope they don't pipe in chamber music while you're in there. Mostly, I hope it works.
Thanks for the update. Keeping fingers crossed (even though it's really hard to type.
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
Thanks much!
If you want any other recipe ideas, let me know- I'm happy to contribute to your 20-person meal in any way that I can! We also have a brussel-sprout with pancetta and lemon recipe that is a perennial holiday favorite- and my wife's cranberry sauce (made with dried apricots that have been macerated in either sherry, or the Adult Beverage of your choosing) is to die for...
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
Whoa!
That cranberry sauce sounds Devine. Does it have cranberries in it or just "pickled" apricots?
I'm the only one who has a taste for cranberry sauce in the whole family. Consequently, I'm reduced to canned, since I'm the only one who likes it.
Would be really nice to try out a scrumptious new recipe that they might like.
And I just happen to have a bottle of apricot flavored brandy.
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
Yes, there are fresh cranberries!
But the best thing is that the sherry-macerated apricots magically denature the majority of the bitterness of the cranberries that I used to hate: everyone who tries it can't believe that they are actually cranberries, and suddenly decide that they like them...
Spirited Cranberry-Apricot Sauce
Ingredients:
1 cup dried apricot -- thinly sliced
1/2 cup sherry, or the moral equivalent (quantity negotiable, of course)
1 1/2 cups water
1 1/3 cups sugar or splenda (we use splenda, or more recently agave: no refined sugar here)
1/2 cup honey
2 bags fresh or frozen cranberries
Directions:
Combine apricots and sherry in a small bowl. Cover and let stand 8 hours, or up to a month. (;-)
Combine water and sugar in a medium saucepan; bring to a boil. Add apricot mixture, honey, and cranberries. Cook over medium heat 8 minutes or until slightly thick.
Spoon mixture into bowl, cover and chill. This freezes very well for future meals!
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
this time of year we have multitudes of cranberries
although this was not a good year for them
thanks for your brandied idea ! may help with
the bitterness involved with the raw berries?
Absolutely- that is
the best thing about the recipe. My wife is originally from New England, just north of Boston. And she has her cranberries down to a friggin' science, lemme tellya...
I remember the first time she made this, back when we were courtin' and sparkin'. I told her how much I hated cranberries, and she simply said "Watch. And learn." I've never looked back, and I've been eating them very happily for 35+ years now.
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
Sounds like you will enjoy
your holiday! Maybe that eye will improve.
All the best, friend.
"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false." ---- William Casey, CIA Director, 1981
To do list
Finish OT.
Finish coffee, Doctor forbids caffeine. Gotta learn to live without it.
Finnish menu, turkey thawing on top of Vette in garage.
Move a Forrest of houseplants into spare room. Taller ones (6' to 9') to back patio.
Clean house!
Edit: It's been two weeks without a lifetime of caffinated coffee, so I'm still in withdrawal. The fake coffee (decaf) is mentally comforting, but the physical boost I miss. But I'm finding it easier than giving up sugar. Of which I'm a total failure.
The one good thing is I'm not substituting more sugar to make up the energy difference.
Edit2: Will have 20 family guests this time. Each year the rsvps gets smaller and smaller do to grandkids pairing off and getting married or finding significant others, and consequently we have to share them with inlaws or there families (boo hoo).
It's getting complicated keeping track of who is coming to Thanksgiving in lieu of Christmas dinner and vise versa.
Sharing......bah humbug.
No great-grandkids yet but......
We used to have up to 50.
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
WRT caffiene:
I feel your pain. I spent the first half of my engineering career being entirely caffiene-powered. I could never drink coffee, because my palate is miswired and I seriously cannot deal with that much bitter. As a result, my preferred embodiment of the invention was a can of Jolt Cola with two No-Doz dissolved in it...
As a result, the day my cardiologist told me that I was to become decaffeinated stat! was a very bad day that lasted several months. The withdrawal process is altogether too real. Keep the faith, though, because it does get better. Eventually.
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
Thanks for the moral support
I've always countered the bitter with lots sugar and cream, for like six decades.
No wonder I'm a mess.
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
I hear ya….
Back in the good old days our family celebrated every holiday and the whole extended family of in laws and friends would get together or stop by during the day or night and a good time was had by all.
Now my cousins do their own first family and my brother does his…so it was just Abby, Charlie and now Sam and me doing our own thing. Weather is going to be nasty on T day so no trip to the island this year. I don’t think Sam would enjoy herself being cooped up in the trailer…maybe Xmas. Sometimes there are perks to being an orphan…other times not so much, but it is what it is.
There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
Harris is unburdened of speaking going forward.
Can’t beat this
Thanksgiving morning we awoke to these beautiful creatures outside the trailer. Sam had fun watching them from inside…they stayed most of the day.
There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
Harris is unburdened of speaking going forward.
Christmas is the favorite
of most the family and is usually attended by all but a few. Everyone loves the White Elephant gift exchange chaos.
Have a peaceful Thanksgiving.
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
I do not like turkey.
I always cooked a spiral cut honey ham, or chicken, cornbread dressing. Sweet potatoes, or potatoes au gratin. A pot of beans or peas. Pecan pie a la mode. German chocolate cake. Baked squash, yellow crookneck or butternut. Depends on my mood.
Something for everyone.
I have a tradition over the last 25 years to eat whatever meal sounds good. Steak? Tacos? Pizza? This year, barbecue baby back ribs, potato salad, coleslaw, ice cream for dessert.
Thanks for the T, and enjoy your family gathering, friend!
"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false." ---- William Casey, CIA Director, 1981
Good morning e1. It continues to rain here, but not the
major deluge we recently went through. Tanksgibbons creeps closer and closer -
...
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches across the country to be born?
What indeed but tanksgibbons. Vast hordes shall travel hither and yon
and gargantuan volumes of food and other edibles will be consumed. Cooks
and householders will be frazzled and there shall be runs on BevMo.
I however must trundle off not in search of thees guy:
but to get my veins pumped full of strange fluids and pcik up, along the way, a couple of choice Tri-Tip roasts to grill come Thurbsdai. Somewhere I have a photo of a US main battle tank and one of some species of gibbon. I always contemplated putting the gibbon on the tank as a glyph for Tanksgibbons, but came to realize that Tanksgibbons ends in s, so instead of a gibbon I need a gibbons, obviously this one:
so, thass it fer now
be well and have a good one
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
Nice attempt at Early English
Always was amazed that they could understand each other.
But then I completely failed Shakespeare. Ditto with the Bible.
I have to seek a scholar for the former and the latter, and Kamalaspeak.
Thanks for the post.
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
The poem is Yeats, 1865-1939, "The Second Coming"
it's a perennial. I use "Tanks" because something about "Thanksgiving" grates; thank whom, for what?
be well and have a good one
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
Hey out there
20 mouths to feed huh?
doing spatchcock turkey
marinating in the fridge
sides of smashed taters
dirty rice dressing
red cabbage, squash and greens
plenty pies, appetizers and wine
only 10 mouths to feed this time
PS. love to cook
cheers!
and another thing
before I go
down the crazy river
Yeah,
I copied your recipe for the dirty rice and looking forward to using it @ Christmas dinner.
Sounds so yummy, thanks for that and the tunes.
Have a great Thanksgiving.
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
Yeah, it is good and simple
ya gotcha da trinity
doing jasmine rice
takes less fluid 1:1 1/4
using turkey stock
silky and smooth
cheers!
Omnigreet, y'all. Thanks for the clip. We used to roast
a large whole turkey on the kettle when we had a lot of guests and a small spatchcoked turkey on the Weber 2200 when we only had a few. Thins is, neither of us really likes turkey all that much. Six of us this year, and it's time to have something we like; best addressed with 2 smallish tri-tips, about 2.5# each, guarantees leftovers, grill up somewhat quickly, scalloped taters becaue I always did cheesy garlic mashed with the birds, no dressing (yay), some sort of broccoli casserole (tired of green bean casserole), rolls, Homemade applesauce, pumpkin pie and my brother's widow's rum cake.
There will be good zin, cab and/or petite and appetizers - chips with bean dip, cheeses, salame, olives, gherkins and all like that for appetizers with, of course, wine.
be well and have a good one
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
you make my saliva pumps run
developing an appetite now
Minr too!
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
Can anyone access MoA?
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I’m getting a security warning saying that I’m blocked from accessing it.
Big bummer if the site is being attacked!
Please let me know.
There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
Harris is unburdened of speaking going forward.
I am blocked, too.
I can email the owner, if I had the email address, of course.
Which site is next?
"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false." ---- William Casey, CIA Director, 1981
Ditto. However,
I note that the messages says "blocked from typepad.com", not MoA in particular. I don't know of any other blogs on typepad to test, but that message implies that the whole hosting service might be down.
On edit: yes, the problem is with typepad. According to isitdownrightnow.com, the site responds with "access to typedesk.com is declined" to their probes for status.
I wonder if it is a DDOS attack, and if so- who? And by whom?
Twice bitten, permanently shy.
Thanks for checking
And thanks for checking further. I did wonder if it was a hosting problem. I think I’ve seen it before, but not sure on what site.
There were problems with running a campaign of Joy while committing a genocide? Who could have guessed?
Harris is unburdened of speaking going forward.