At first the girls had eyes only for dinner.
The guys, like guys everywhere, had something else in mind.
They had to show off. Strut their stuff.
Pairing up. Umm-hmmm. She chose this fella over the others ’cause she liked his car. Or something. The climax was anti-climatic. Trust me. Cause I’m not going to post photos of poultry porn. It would put you off turkey for ever.
Family was in town over the weekend. We took advantage of the opportunity and celebrated Thanksgiving Saturday night. The whole non-enchilada enchilada. Turkey. Dressing. Mashed potatoes. Pumpkin pie. And yes, there were vegetables. Lots of greens–mustard, turnip, collards, kale–all chopped up and lightly sauteed in olive oil and garlic–the only healthy thing on the whole table.
I ate too much, felt like crap and swore off all non-essential edibles for maybe 12 hours. Typical post Thanksgiving pig-out remorse. Before going to bed I threw the remains in the stockpot and set the stove to simmer. By the time we woke up Sunday the entire house smelled like turkey soup.
But I was sooooo DONE with turkey.
I drained the stock, stuck it in the fridge and hoped it would just go away.
By Monday afternoon I was feeling kindly towards turkey again. So I took out the stock, dressed it up and turned it into soup. Some sort of cross between turkey and minestrone.
Check it out. Carrots, celery, onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, kale, beans, turkey and stock. This is towards the end, after I tossed in a handful of Italian herbs.
Here is is with some shredded Parmesan cheese. Sourdough baguette, a little butter and that was dinner. Another option is to drop a big spoon of plain yoghurt right smack in the middle. Mmmm…yum.
And by the time Thanksgiving rolls around we’ll be done with the leftovers. YAY!!!
Just a quickie. It was a looooong day and bed calls.
Opening reception this afternoon.
Sophie came. She was on a date with her first mom. It’s an open adoption. Visiting rights when the mood strikes, every six months or so.
Some people came. Even people I don’t know–but I didn’t take their pictures. And new friend Don from the on-line hot wax class showed up with a couple of beautiful handmade wax color blocks. They’re right in my pallet and will find themselves melted and painted on something soon enough.
After it was over we went home and had an early Thanksgiving dinner, turkey and all the trimmings. I ate too much and went up three sizes in half an hour.
I do not think I will ever eat mashed potatoes and gravy again. At least not before tomorrow night’s leftovers.
Speaking of tomorrow, that’s when sister Marjorie Ellen leaves. She’s hitching a ride to Berkeley with nephew James who drove up for the show. Or maybe he came for the pumpkin pie? She flies out of San Francisco Monday. Back to Norway she goes.
It’s been a good visit. Good talks. Fun doing art stuff together.
And now I’m heading off to bed. But first a reminder. The show hangs for another three weeks. If you’re in the area please stop by and check it out. Love to hear what you think!