Tuesday, 23 November, 2004
What does the Slack do for the
Turkey Day? He cooks a free
11 & 1/2 pound Bird with Hane
screaming in the background.
We'll just let that slide 4 now.
*
It's really only Tuesday as i
write this...And me & the green
ghost have had quite the work=out.
The bank, the farmacy & then the
Grocery schtore which was filled
with Amazing people who are much
the doing @ leisure what i accomplisht
in half a hour. Excepting, of gourse,
that i forgot the Apple=sauce.
{Not traditional so much as what Hane
craves} Two bogo Pumpkin Pies,
which the Matriarch of one is baking
right now. Hane has the tendency
to rise to the occasion; which is a
beautiful thing to regard, considering
She takes heart meds & breathes
purified Oxygen! To think of all the
dinosaurs she had to kill in the old
days. On dirt roads paved by
Neanderthals, no less.
[facetious & jocular, that^]
*
Don't mess with the Tigre, for you'll
be torn 17 strips from Sunday.
Then~i unloaded my tank=sedan on
the kitchen floor and had to make
an accounting of all purchases.
It's a management course as we
travel along. Did i mention that i
forgot the Apple=sauce? I've still
got the bite=marks. MeeRoww!
* *
It was almost dark when i went to
the Laundromat. To warsh my jeans
and two of Hane's heavy laden cotton
robes. You know it's the Holiday
season when you have to purge all
the stains outta the Big White Robes.
{Honestly: i don't believe a person is
crippled if they manage to wear
twelve pounds of day=garments.}
Maybe we just have too many clothes.
Never mind~it was dark late & long
to the night when the green=ghost
brang home the cleanliness.
Now, we just have to figger out how
to de=thaw the turkey bird in time
for Thursday. Me? i gotta werk
tomorro & hold the proverbial fort.
Maybe Gary will bring anothre
cheeseburger...It could be hoped
that i will arise brightly to whatever
occurs. Twas ever Thus!
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TITLE: Process...
MOOD: Misty
MUSIC: [A Night At The Opera/TV]
THOT: "If what you put on salad is
called dressing, and what you put
inside doughnuts is called filling,
what the heck is the schtuff you
cram inside the turkey?"
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
I would brine this bird but i don't
live close enuf to the Ocean.
Nevertheless, i will try to remember
as i warsh poor old Tom to take out
the Vitals which reside [in plastic]
within his eviscerated carcass.
Note 4 other cooks: do not feed
these entrails to your pets! It is
a very bad thing all=togethre.
Dang i do miss Julia Child and the
Frugal Gourmet around this time.
Eviscerated carcass??
What am i?An English Major? Perchance.
Regardless of that, i stole my pay
check today...in the cool fine drizzle.
And rescued yet anothre Vonnegut
book from the recycling toters.
[a collection of granfalloons i don't
remember reading.] Thereyago.
Any=way, cook the good and heart
filled most excellent meal, y'all.
AND if i am not in a whipped topping
and triptophan coma tomorro
evening---maybe i'll post & bounce
all the especial blessings. Or watch
football in the basement while
listening to Vinyl records...
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11 comments:
The first time I cooked the turkey I left the little package of entrails or whatever inside. I managed to remove it before anyone noticed.
Agreement>
Today i got the neck last which for some strange
reason is just laid in the cavity.
Lesson: always bathe your Turkey, and pull out
Anything which isn't schtuffing or Empty Space.
{?}
You could've fedexed your bird to me and I'd have brined it in the Pacific... oh well, maybe next year, you crazy Slac, you! :-) Albert
tI seems you have the all makings of a very festive holiday. I hope it was a happy one for you and all your loved ones! Thanksgiving smooches....
Sun=flower
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
Happy Belated Day of Birth Celebration to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*cryptic* >
but appreciated all=to
Oooh, and I had to come back to this one. I like the eye-looking creation above. The other one is good too, but the first one is my fave.
Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2 [count `em] 2 slacarts!!!!!!!!!
V
Is that like a psychedelic gobbler with a holiday feaster vortex in the center? Whatever, it's shagadelic baby. Did you lick that damn plate too? It's MAX-vacant.
By the way, I read of her all of the time but, who exactly is applesauce eating, tigre Hane? I imagine her as a close relative yet, I grow weary of imagining. I thought the time was good to ask and save myself from any further brain work on the subject (I also imagine her stout of back and legs hence, extra warm wear).
I did laundry once when I was a mere thirty-two and didn't like it. I can program a computer but, had to study the washer/dryer lid instructions. It just ain't for me and never has been since.
Spin-on...
~VJ vinyl'less 'B'
http://journals.aol.com/thelovetrain/Drift/
http://journals.aol.com/thelovetrain/tracks/
Chemical B: Hane is the Matriarch of the Fambly,
And could tear us apart like a tiger ON any lack of
Cravings. a close relative? Define the terms.
[the rest of it is Turkey induced Psychedelia]
Gravy!
YOu cooked a bird, I'm in awe! As you know, I've never cooked a whole turkey before, but I just might for Christmas. What was the applesauce for?
Vonnegut, I just read Breakfast of Champions. Hilarious as always.
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!
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