Thursday, December 17, 2020

Sausage Party, Part II




Jessie brought the boys out today so that she could go do a huge shopping. Christmas presents were involved. Mr. Moon and I were quite happy to have the boys visit. Before they got here we talked about what we might do with them. I looked at my tiny tree, still on the kitchen island and said, "They could help us decorate the Christmas tree."
Knee-slapper, right?
Then I said in an off-handed way that I could make cookies for us to roll out and cut and bake and decorate. "They'd like that," I said. Mr. Moon made it clear that he, too, would like that. Not the making or decorating part necessarily, but the eating part. He planned to make some more sausage, but a different kind. He had bought a new sausage-mixer to use and was excited to try it out. 
When the boys got here, they of course immediately wanted to see their Boppy and for a little while they all cuddled up and watched some horrible Legos dinosaur thing on TV. When that was over and Mr. Moon was getting out his equipment, he mentioned the cookies again and so I got out my childhood cookbook for the sugar cookie recipe and made up a batch's worth of dough but the timing was way off because my kitchen was again becoming a sausage factory and besides the fact that there was no room for any cookie rolling and cutting, the boys had no interest in the cookies but instead, couldn't wait to help Boppy with his project. I wrapped up the dough in wax paper and put it in the refrigerator and went about my business. 

They got the meat all mixed with the spices and then it was time for lunch which today consisted of gourmet sandwiches of peanut butter, honey, raisins, AND bananas. Oh yeah. Well, Mr. Moon and I had leftover soup. And then there was some more TV while the sausage mixture infused or something and then out came the stuffing machinery. I doubt that's what it's called in real life but whatever.


Y'all- can I just say that never in a million years would a fifteen-year old Mary have believed that one day I would be married to a man who made sausage out of meat that he, uh, killed and that I would have grandchildren who helped him make such obscene looking products with that meat. 
And yet- here we are. 
And I never would have believed that two little children would be more interested in making sausage than in making cookies but I did not realize the power of the beloved grandfather until my husband became one. 

They did deign to let me read some books to them and of course that thrilled me. While the kids had been watching TV with Boppy, I had mended a few books that were falling apart with some blue tape that I had and for awhile, Levon was mostly interested in fixing more books with blue tape. So we did that. 

It's going to freeze tonight and I have covered my plants again. It's already pretty darn chilly. I am so grateful for a warm house. 

Jessie has lent me a tiny string of battery operated lights for my tiny tree and so now we are decorated for Christmas. 


I do believe this is my favorite Christmas tree ever. I hung one little ornament that had been inadvertently left on the Norfolk Island Pine last year and also one madonna ornament that usually sits over my kitchen sink. It is perfect. 

As is this.


Magnolia helped her mother make a chocolate cake today. May suggests that this should be on the cover of the next Joy of Cooking.

I do so agree. 

I sent the cookie dough home with Jessie as a project for her to do with the boys. Perhaps she'll bring her daddy a few of the cookies they bake. He'd appreciate that. 

Love...Ms. Moon

13 comments:

  1. Oh, my God. When I saw the title of this post I thought the "sausage factory" referred to the fact that you're surrounded by menfolk when the two youngest boys visit! Haha! Oh, well. That's how my mind works.

    I love your relationship with your grandchildren. Your whole family is delightful.

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  2. sausage hoses, guy stuff. Anything requiring machinery or large gadget is appealing. I'm with magnolia this time.

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  3. The same thing happened at my house when Uncle Tom made sausage. Except most of my grandchildren were girls.

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  4. So fun to watch those boys participate in Boppy's sausage making process! And so sweet of you to send the cookie dough home with Jessie for later cookie creation...... you are the best Mer!
    Susan M

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  5. OMG. That picture of Maggie is hysterical! And holy moley, that's a whole lot of sausage. I guess it keeps well, though, right? Isn't that the whole point of making sausage? Funny how the kids got so into it -- and the blue tape, too. I guess anything new is fun when you're a kid.

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  6. We play a lot of hotwheels when my grandkids visit. We have to pick our favorite car and build ramps or roads or just race them on the coffee table. We have to stop Elli (1 year old) from chewing on the wheels. Good times!
    Your grandsons always have a riot at your house with both of you!

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  7. I love that photo of Maggie! Your grandsons will have wonderful memories of being at your house when they get older. Good times!

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  8. The sausage-making scene is -- well -- obscene? Ha ha. I have some Italian relatives who make sausage every year, and it hangs in their garage to cure. Soppressata, I think it's called. I was happy to scroll down and see chocolatey Magnolia!

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  9. Sounds like a perfect day - and perfect photos. Kids (and one granddad) having an awful lot of fun. That brings contentment to the heart doesn't it!

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  10. Yes, they are enjoying this, and no, I wouldn't want to be there while it's going on! The chocolate cake scene, yes, that one is fine, and Magnolia laughing is sooooo cute.

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  11. Magnolia puts the Joy in Cooking! And of course the boys are fascinated with Boppy and his machines. Good on ya for sending that cookie dough home with Jessie, all the prep work almost done (icing?) and much fun to be had. The time with the kids is the best part of Christmas, non?! x0x0 N2

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  12. Your grandchildren are an endless adventure. What joy they bring.

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  13. Who would have thought in the sausage v cookie war that sausage would win! You're going to have to get a cookie machine to compete with the sausage machine.

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