Friday, November 29, 2013

Dead Beat and Plum Tuckered Out

Thanksgiving is over. A huge pile of dishes awaits...but the turkey was delicious. Ironically, it was the easiest recipe of all that got the best results:

Want a nice moist turkey?

Drizzle olive oil over the turkey, and sprinkle with basil, marjoram, rosemary and sage. (I also put an apple and sprigs of sage in the chest cavity.)

Put it in a covered roasting pan. (Or tent with foil.)

Cook at 475 degrees for two hours. Don't look for at least the first 1 1/2 hours.

Let sit for 30 min.

That's it!

The family was emphatic that this was the best-tasting, most moist turkey I'd ever made. How 'bout dat...

"I do NOT approve this line of discussion. Let's talk zombies, instead!"

      Both girlies plus Keith, our security guy (he also moonlights as Angel's boyfriend), made a trip to Wal-Mart with yours truly last night. It wasn't exactly a madhouse, but there were plenty of people more than ready to bump/crash/mash into you. But hey, they said "Excuse me!" afterward...
     A pile of videos later (plus a very large Batman, a pillow, markers and assorted STUFF), I held our place in line while Angel and Keith went for the TV they'd gotten a wristband for. (Walmart did it this way, at least in Colorado -- go stand in line early and get issued a wristband for the Item in Question. When the wristbands are gone, the items are gone. Come back at the time it's available, and you'll be given it.) Wouldn't you know -- some employee got mixed up, and put the pallet of televisions out in the general crowd.

     The TVs promptly disappeared.

     The wristband people got nothing. Zip. Nada.

Fortunately, Walmart promised to honor it with rainchecks for a upgraded TV, instead. We'll see if they honor their promise.

Got home and collapsed, while the girlies and Keith went off for a few more hours of shopping at Target (which had roughly a 3-block checkout line, they said) and the local outlet mall. I'd gotten Gladiator, the last season of Fringe, and Season 3 of The Walking Dead -- good enough. We all went to bed around 1:30 a.m.

Today, our favorite thrift shop had a 60% discount on everything. (Yep, you read that right. And it goes on tomorrow -- Saturday -- in Castle Rock, as well! Go here for more info on Treasures - the thrift shop. Here for info on the Task Force, in general.) Since I had a 25% volunteer discount on top of that, we did very, very well.

    And then everyone went home. 
   Suddenly it got very quiet around here.

There's a handful of turkey scraps in the frig, and broth is simmering in the crockpot. The dogs are snoring by the fireplace, exhausted after playing with four other dogs all day. (One of Angel's and Keith's, and three of Jess's. Imagine six dog butts and waving tails wherever you go, particularly when carving the turkey.)
      My hands ache a little, but they've had enough rest to finish up the quilt restoration tomorrow. The Brick had a leisurely snooze this morning, a visit to a local recording studio with friends, and is working on the computer, yawning as he goes.

Time for bed. Thanksgiving -- and the day after -- is over.


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