1. I meant to have gone through all the last year’s worth of pictures and had calendars available today for all two of you who are interested in buying them. This obviously didn’t happen (or I’d be linking to the calendars), but I WILL get that done this weekend, and have them available on Monday.
2. The comment-answering extravaganza will take place tomorrow instead of today, so if you’re burning up with wild and crazy questions, feel free to ask. Look at me, shaking things up! What’ll happen next? YOU NEVER KNOW.
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So, our Thanksgiving was fabulous. Fred’s sister’s kids (and her daughter’s husband) stopped by for a few hours and played a few rounds of Catchphrase with Fred. Everyone got to see and admire the foster kitties (though we weren’t able to get anyone to take a cat or two home). Fred’s sister and her husband showed up around 9:30 because she had called the night before to find out if it’d be okay for her to actually cook the sweet potato casserole and dressing in our oven rather than cook it at home and then have to warm it up when they got here. Fred told her that would be fine, and so when she got here she just had to toss together the dressing, and before I knew what was going on, she’d volunteered to make the gravy, and was boiling a few eggs to put in the gravy, and I just had to stand back and let her go at it. The woman did 9/10 of the work to be done, and I was NOT complaining.
We’d planned to eat around noon, but the turkey was done a full hour before it was supposed to be, so we ate a bit earlier. Everything was so damn good I wanted to keep eating, but couldn’t even get down a small sliver of the carrot cake Fred had made because I was so stuffed from the meal.
The best part of having so much meat at Thanksgiving is that we had a ton of turkey left over. We just don’t eat nearly enough turkey around here. I boiled the turkey carcass for a few hours last night, and will be making a turkey and rice casserole (with leftover gravy, and possibly bread crumbs made from the sourdough bread Fred’s mother brought us) and I’m just drooling at the thought. We sent a ton of food home with everyone, and had more than enough left over.
Okay. Enough about food. How ’bout a couple of pictures?
I intended to put up this picture to illustrate my current hair style, but you can’t really see it that well. I had my hair done on Wednesday, and I don’t know what she did, but I am loving it. I think I want to keep this hairstyle forever and ever. So since you can’t see the hairstyle all that well, I’m putting it up to show y’all that I am the whitest woman in all of the country. (
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The table, at dessert time. The cake is the carrot cake Fred made. The pie is a pumpkin pie that Fred’s mother made. I only had a sliver of pie and a bite of cake, but they were REALLY good. (
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Carrot cake, up close. (
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As appetizers, Fred put out a bowl of cream cheese, jelly and jams, and crackers. On the left is jalapeno jelly, which he labeled “Girls.” In the middle, strawberry-habanero jam, which he labeled “Boys.” On the right, blackberry-habanero jam, which he labeled “Men.” The habanero jams went over very well, and his niece’s husband liked them so much that Fred gave him a jar of each to take home with him. We also gave him some fruity habanero hot sauce to take with him. Here at Crooked Acres, if you think you’re going to visit and leave without some jam, you are sadly mistaken. (
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Oh, remember the whole “I neeeeeeeeed a gravy boat!” thing? Well, I’m an idiot. We don’t set the table for Thanksgiving dinner, we just do it up buffet style, and instead of putting the gravy in anything, we left it in the pot, and put a ladle in it, and no one thought twice about it. Duh.
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“Stupid trees with their stupid leaves. How’s a portly kitty supposed to sneak up on a bird when these stupid leaves make so much noise when I stomp through them?!”
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2005: I think he might be half skunk.
2004: I do love, love, love the gmail!
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: If you look closely at the picture, you’ll note that it’s very close to the color of bile.]]>