We had an exemplary dining experience tonight.
Starting with Judy's Homemade Beef Stew.
We had an exemplary dining experience tonight.
Starting with Judy's Homemade Beef Stew.
Hey traditionalists, here's what WE had for Thanksgiving Dinner.
Judy's classic Beef Stew, though done in a slow cooker.
Delish!
Now that Thanksgiving is out of the way you can all begin to concentrate on the important stuff.
Re-tightening your belts.
And fasten your belts because today is FRIDAY!
When I was a lad in North Dakota, Thanksgiving was a true feast day.
A huge turkey was acquired from a farmer, killed and plucked and I remember Dad singeing it with a rolled up burning newspaper to get rid of pin feathers, then putting it in a big roasting pan and tossing it in the oven for what seemed like days.
The house would fill with the aroma of turkey and all the sides that Mom would create.
When it was time to eat we all gathered around the table and Dad would carve the bird right in front of us, filling each of a stack of plates and passing them around the table so we could "load up" on the mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes or yams, dressing (or in those days "stuffing), green bean casserole, cranberries, rolls and butter, and whatever other wonders had appeared from the kitchen.
Later there was pumpkin pie and whipped cream (not the stuff from a can).
I couldn't find it but somewhere I have a photo of one of those memorable occasions.
It was a great day.
But I was just thinking how much simpler it would have been if I had grown up in Hawaii instead of North Dakota.
The subject line on this post may be a bit confusing but it will be clear eventually.
I took Judy to her appointment at the orthopaedic office yesterday for her zipper removal.
But first, I was wondering why there's an a in that word above: orthopaedic.
I mean it's pronounced "or-tho-pee-dic".
No "a" sound there.
So, as any modern day inquisitor does, I consulted the All-Knowing Google.
And I learned that the word was coined by a French physician in the 17th century and that it comes from the Greek language.
Nowadays, it is the accepted spelling by the British and by academics but we good old Americans sometimes drop the "a".
Well, regardless, getting back to that zipper.
It's a fairly new device that closes a wound without stitches or staples.
It looks kind of like this:
It supposedly results in less pain and less scarring.
Anyway one of the medical staff just peeled it off and Judy said it went easy and without pain.
Just to clarify, that's not Judy's leg.
Knowing her modesty I did not even suggest photographing hers.
But progress is being made - her surgery to replace her knee joint was only just over two weeks ago.
She said she still has pain, mainly when the torturers running her physical therapy give her tricks to do, but she's given into the maxim: pain is part of the healing process.
So, I've been doing much more kitchen duty than in days gone by and yesterday was a milestone for me.
I made an Italian-ish ground beef pasta bake without using a recipe!
Leftovers!
Penne pasta, ground beef, a jar of marinara sauce, onions, peppers, garlic, mozzarella and parmesan cheese, Italian spice blend, salt and pepper.
Judy fixed a simple salad and prepared some garlic bread.
Add a glass of red wine and we ate like royalty.
And right now Judy is making her famous beef stew to go in the slow cooker and a pumpkin pie for our Thanksgiving feast tomorrow.
So that's about all I've got for today.
Our high temperature for the big day tomorrow is forecast to not reach 60 degrees.
Nice crisp autumn weather.
I hope you all (who celebrate it) have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Oh, look who's here, kitty-kitty with a parting bit of advice.
Good morning, everybody, and welcome to the week all eaters welcome every year.
Yes, it's the beginning of the dining season with a holiday that turkeys dread coming up in just a few days.
Actually I suppose one could say the season begins with all that leftover Halloween candy but I like to believe that Thanksgiving (in the U.S.A.) is the big day.
Here at the Taylor manse, turkey is not on the menu as the resident head chef doesn't care for it.
And there's a reason she's known as SWMBO, or She Who Must Be Obeyed.
But food there will be for the classic day as she has an autumnal beef stew planned.
Being done in a slow cooker, the air will be filled with wonderful aromas for hours to whet the appetite.
I hadn't thought of it 'til just now but I kicked off the week by making our favorite waffles and warming some ham for our breakfast yesterday.
Then I launched into making an Apple Crumble, which turned out pretty darned good, if I must say so myself.
Gentle Readers, Friends, Enemies, Frenemies, Lurkers and Poor Souls Just Thirsting for Humor . . . GREETINGS!
Once again we have gained a foothold on the weekend and reached the near end of another week.
I hope your week has been a good one.
Mine has been . . . . . meh.
But that's better than bad though not as good as sensational.
So let me try to turn things up and see if we can all reach nirvana together, okay?
Fasten your seat belts!
Technically, those are the jokes, folks.
Or would that be "trek-nically"?
Well I'm not going to dwell on that.
I'm just going to ask you all to soar into a stratospherically fantastic weekend.
And, please, always remember to keep laughing!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
( . . oh, I know that stunt . . )
This was a homemade birthday card given to me by my friends Tommy Terrific of the Light Breezes blog, and his artistic wife Lana back in 1987.
While we were about to move to Mexico for four and a half years, you can see my friends share my sense of humor.
And no, I wasn't wanted by the FBI. 😄
And a less-cropped version.
Wow!
I don't know how it's been in your world but this has been a week to behold.
Not to live through again, just to look at it and ask ourselves "How did we (she) ever get through that?"
I won't bore you with details except to say that SWMBO went yesterday (Thursday) to her first Physical Therapy appointment since her surgery (Monday).
Seems to me that's faster than moms get back into the swing of things after having a baby.
With less pain.
Okay, okay, don't jump on me, I may be wrong about that.
But after all that, you'd think no-one around these here parts would have a sense of humor, or humour.
Well . . . you'd be wrong!
The Mistress of the House, She Who Must Be Obeyed, my Beloved Spouse, aka Judy, has returned.
Judy had her knee transplant surgery yesterday.
Her doctor said everything went fine.
She spent the night in the hospital and says this morning that she's had quite a bit of pain.
But she is moving about, with the aid of a walker.
Her first PT guy suggested she could stay in the hospital for another day if she wanted.
She asked him if he thought it would be a good idea.
He said he thought it would.
So she'll most likely be there for another day.
She's obeying her caretakers and following all the rules.
Grinning and bearing it.
She is aware of all of your good wishes and appreciates them.
Somewhere down the line I'll encourage her to write a post to tell you all what this has been like for her.
In the meantime, we both thank you.