I am running late, late, late tonight due to circumstances involving two little boys, Chow Time, and finally getting down to it with the Thanksgiving prep. That pictures is just a small portion of the floury chaotic mess that my kitchen was less than half an hour ago. I made...well, let me think. Three and a half batches of angel biscuit dough? Something like that. And one batch has five cups of flour in it so go from there. This year I used both butter and shortening (Crisco butter-flavored which is my favorite because it's even weirder than regular shortening) and of course the buttermilk and yeast and soda and sugar the recipe calls for. All that dough is now in covered containers in the refrigerator and the bowls are washed and draining by the sink.
I also made the cornbread for the stuffing. It ain't pretty but it's what will work the best for me.
Now it's drying in the still-warm oven and by tomorrow or Thursday it'll be perfect.
This year I swear on a stack of Keith Richards' memoirs that I am going to get that damn turkey in the oven early. It always takes longer to cook it than I think it will and people are standing there hungry with their own casseroles that need to go into the oven and it's just maddening. So. Yes. Early. That means I may make the stuffing tomorrow. It's a goal.
I went to Jessie's house this morning to babysit the fellas for a little while as she had a follow-up appointment after her hernia repairs. I had a great time with the kids. We watched a video about the smallest woman in the world. She was darling! They did some trampolining and then they made me laugh so hard when they showed me the trick they do with their dad's punching bag which I am trying like crazy to figure out how to embed but just as with last night- I can't figure it out. I know I have done this before. It's different getting the embed code on a short and these are very short videos. UGH! I hate it when I techno-fail.
Lord, they crack me up.
When Jessie got back we went to Chow Time where Boppy met us and we all chowed down for sure. August ate too much plain wasabi. I think he was trying to prove a point but I'm not sure what it was. I think instead, he learned an important fact which is that wasabi is not to be eaten as a side dish.
Speaking of side dishes, I loved y'all's comments from yesterday. I don't have time to answer them right now but I sure have read them all. I love how some of us insist that our traditions are the correct traditions and that is that. We are all right! The way we do Thanksgiving in our family is the perfect and correct way for each of us.
Last night I did get my most important pre-Thanksgiving goal accomplished.
I finished the puzzle, finally, and can now put it up and reclaim the dining room table. I really enjoyed that one. Plus, every piece was there.
And in news you need to hear, the Old Boys have made an announcement today.
The Rolling Stones. There is just no stopping them. Both Mick and Keith will be eighty by the time the tour starts. But hell, if Joe Biden can be president of the United States (and I am so glad he is and we shall not discuss this any further because I am terrified) then Keith and Mick can continue to play rock and roll.
I also want to say that Rosalyn Carter's death was a sadness although not a surprise. I am mostly sad for Jimmy who has known her her entire life, whose life would not have been the same in any way, shape, or form without her companionship, wisdom, advice, support, and love. Rosalyn may have looked like a delicate southern belle but that woman was a force. And frankly, the delicate southern belle thing is a myth anyway. How many houses did Rosalyn help build for Habitat for Humanity? That woman had her own tool belt and she knew what to do with it. And that is only the tiniest part of the strength of the steel that particular magnolia was made of.
And that's it for tonight. Despite the fact that every time I eat at Chow Time I think that I'll never have to eat again, I always do.
P.S. It did not escape my attention that the Stone's tour is being brought to us by the AARP.
I love it.
I love it.