- Sunday Nov 24 — Lucy loves her fire!
- Monday Nov 25 — News from the UK
- Tuesday Nov 26— Christmas Weimaraner
- Wednesday Nov 27 — Four Seasons for Charlie Blue
- Thursday Nov 28— Are you busy yet?
- Friday Nov 29 — Oscar’s viewpoint
The Saturday after Thanksgiving
Today, is going to be a day of cleaning, decoration, and preparation. Oh, and yes, we will be watching more football. We especially like college football, but we also watch the big boys. Therefore, there will be Sunday football too! Cliff has been busy trying to work on his big backyard project. The frozen ground means he has to wait until mid-to-late afternoon to have a chance to move dirt, and blocks. He is making progress despite the weather. Our Thanksgiving was minimal–a trip to Golden Corral. We were shocked at the number of large family groups there, but our group was three. It was a very different year for our family. Our son got remarried on Tuesday. Our daughter’s mother-in-law has cancer. Change happens–some good, and other is not so good. We were fortunate to have Cliff’s father with us for another Thanksgiving–his 95th.
Making Crazy Memories
We were fortunate to get a handicapped parking place, so we could get Dad to the door more easily. The line was just beyond the door, and it took us about 20 minutes to get in and seated. He was not going to stay in the car and wait, so he stood in line. Our table was close to desserts, for two guys who love their dessert that could not be more perfect. Cliff braved the buffet twice–once for himself, and once for dad. It wasn’t too bad. By the time we left, there was a very long line. We were very fortunate. The food was good, and the dishes were easy. The pie I made after getting home from the restaurant, was not so perfect.
I put a great deal of effort into make the crust beautiful. I was so proud. I thought I would use the home canned pumpkin given to us. I used to can our pumpkin, and home-canned pumpkin is the best. Therefore, I mixed up the filling, and baked the pies. I should have taken a photo. They were beautiful. We took a little sliver to sample, and it was not as expected. The flavor was horrid! There is nothing in a pumpkin pie except for milk, eggs, spices, and pumpkin. Sadly, the two pies went into the garbage disposal. We headed into town to buy pie, lamenting the outcome, and hoping we had not been poisoned. (The jars had a good seal, and they looked fine.) We arrived at Albertsons (the closest market), people were coming out the door, so we were happy. The doors were locked a couple of minutes before we arrived. Then we drove to Red Apple Grocery, and the parking lot was full. We thought all the cars was a good sign–the doors were locked. The no-go at either market lead us toward Walmart. In preparation for Black Friday, everything was cordoned off. That meant I was fortunate to be able to get to the bakery section. I wanted milk, but you could not get there. I picked up three pies, and checked out. We came home to have pie later, and it was OK. It will be memory that we can laugh about in the future. It is funny how these things happen. Anyhow, the good news is I didn’t serve that horrid pie to anyone else–especially Cliff’s father.