Mother and Son.
Last night Lily and I agreed via text that we'd go to Costco together today. Appetizers had to be bought as well as a veggie tray. And so we met there this morning. The boys are out of school for the week for fall vacation which is a new one on me. Gibson decided to stay home with his dad who didn't have to be at work until later but Maggie and Owen came with Lily.
It was so fun to hang out with my Owen. And Maggie was a sweet girl so despite the fact that THERE WERE NO SAMPLES AT COSTCO, NOT EVEN ANY GAGGY YOGURT DRINK, we had a good time. Of course every other person in the Tri-County area was there too but Costco is a pretty big place.
After we did all the damage there we could do, Owen and I drove to Hank's house to pick him up for lunch while Lily went home, unloaded groceries, and picked up Gibson. We all met at Tan's and ate amazing buffet and Rachel joined us and our friend Lindsey and then Juancho (husband of our precious Melissa and coworker of Rachel's and longtime friend) showed up and it was a party.
Maggie instantly took over Juancho. "I'm Magnolia June Hartmann," she told him.
"I know who you are," Juancho said.
Maggie is way into introductions. By the time it was over she was handing Juancho her ice cream to unwrap and if that doesn't say trust, I don't know what does.
After lunch, all of us but Rachel and Juancho who had a meeting they had to go to, went over to the nursery and hardware store next door. I wanted to buy some beet seeds which I figured would take me two minutes.
First of all I had to find the seeds. They had so many fucking Christmas decorations and general Christmas crap that I couldn't find them. I finally asked a harried looking employee and he pointed me in the right direction. I got a packet and then joined the rest of the folks outside where they were strolling through the plants and trees for sale. It was a beautiful day. Finally we went back inside and I got in line to pay for my seeds but things were crazy stupid at the cash registers and after standing there for about fifteen minutes to pay for my beet seeds, I finally said, "Nope. Done," walked back to where the seeds were, returned them to the rack and left.
I wasn't angry at anyone. It wasn't the fault of either cashier that they had to deal with situations involving more than just ringing someone up. I simply could not stand there for one more minute. I do think that I should get some bonus karma points for taking the seeds all the way back across the store rather than just setting them on the counter but I don't believe in that sort of thing.
By the time we all said goodbye it was after two and I still had to go to Publix and I was so not in the mood. But I had to get that turkey and so I went.
I wanted to get one of the Greenwise turkeys. "Greenwise" is the Publix version of their organic and healthier foods. Their own store brand. I try to support them in their Greenwise efforts because I know that it's hard for farmers and animal raisers to do things in a greener way without pesticides or antibiotics or any of that shit we all consume without thinking about it. We just do. Let's face it. Well, not all of us, I'm sure. But I do.
Also? The taste difference is quite apparent, especially in the poultry.
So I went through every Greenwise turkey they had only to discover that there were two weights of turkeys- twenty pounds and eleven pounds. I'm not making this up.
So I grudgingly started looking at the other, less greenly-raised birds and dammit if it wasn't the same thing there, too. I guess all of the fourteen-pound turkeys had already been sold. And twelve and thirteen and fifteen pounders and so on.
First world problem if I've ever experienced one.
I finally picked the heaviest eleven-pound bird I could find which was almost twelve pounds and that is going to have to do. I am NOT going to be manipulating a twenty pound turkey filled with stuffing. I'm still fairly strong but if you add in the weight of the pan and the stuffing that's got to weigh at least thirty pounds and I'm just not up for that. And the thought of not putting the dressing in the turkey is a complete anathema to me. I consider the turkey to basically be a stuffing-holder and baster.
With benefits including drippings to make gravy with that you can put on...stuffing.
Anyway, the turkey is in the refrigerator. It will no doubt still be frozen on Thursday morning. Oh well. As I told a guy in Publix today who was contemplating buying one of the monster turkeys, they say not to thaw them in running water in the sink but I've never killed anyone yet by doing that.
And I do it every damn year.
This is probably one of the most boring posts I've ever written. I feel as flat as half a bottle of champagne left on the counter overnight. Mr. Moon's gone to a basketball game and I'd give five dollars if I had a can of Campbell's tomato soup in the cabinet but I do not. Sometimes you just really need a bowl of Campbell's tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.
I'll figure out something.
You want to hear the saddest thing ever?
Oh sure. Why not.
I have a hen who doesn't want to get into the hen house at night to roost and where she's choosing to spend the night these days is in a potted fern on the kitchen porch right next to two chicken-shaped planters with succulents in them. Do you think she feels as if she's sleeping with other hens?
We have to do something with the two extra roosters and that's all there is to it. I know that's why she isn't roosting in the hen house. And it's probably why I'm not getting any eggs.
It's not always sweet and easy being a chicken mama.
Maybe I should raise a few turkeys.
And perhaps I'll be more sparky and amusing tomorrow. We can only hope.