Progress report
Dec. 25th, 2013 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe goose is stuffed and pricked and sizzling nicely in the oven. I've just drained off the first basinful of fat. Tragically* a little of the stuffing escaped the bird, so said first basinful is mildly pink, being tainted with cranberry and pecan.
The stuffing interior to the goose is largely fruit and nuts and spices, so I'm making and baking another exterior to the goose, which will be herby with chestnuts. I lovety-love cooking with herbs fresh-picked from my own garden; this one has parsley and sage and thyme. (What, no rosemary?) To be honest, the parsley I had to buy, as it is a biennial herb and so mine died this year and I was insufficiently organised to have another going already. Next year...
I should probably be peeling potatoes and the outer leaves of brussels sprouts, but, y'know. There's still two hours before the bird is ready. (I just went to tent the browning bird with foil, and discovered that I'd forgotten to buy new heavyweight full-width foil, so I had to improvise with skimpy stuff. If that's the worst that goes wrong this Xmas, we'll be doing okay.) (In other news, roasting dishes are hot, and foil is not in fact an insulator. Ouch.)
We did presents and such out in the clubhouse, around the tree this morning. I have cool/warm new clothes, which Mac is currently sleeping on. Both boys have exhausted themselves, playing with their new catnip reindeer mousies. Such things exist. Who knew? (M'wife did, obviously. It's news to me.)
Also I have pictures of men with no clothes on, some of which are going on the fridge (naked men in oven mitts! Who knew that was a thing? M'wife did, obviously...). My mother-in-law is not apparently fazed by this.
That may be all the news from Sunnyvale at this time. I dursen't speak for any of the rest of the family, but I'm having a lovely Xmas.
*This is not really a tragedy.
The stuffing interior to the goose is largely fruit and nuts and spices, so I'm making and baking another exterior to the goose, which will be herby with chestnuts. I lovety-love cooking with herbs fresh-picked from my own garden; this one has parsley and sage and thyme. (What, no rosemary?) To be honest, the parsley I had to buy, as it is a biennial herb and so mine died this year and I was insufficiently organised to have another going already. Next year...
I should probably be peeling potatoes and the outer leaves of brussels sprouts, but, y'know. There's still two hours before the bird is ready. (I just went to tent the browning bird with foil, and discovered that I'd forgotten to buy new heavyweight full-width foil, so I had to improvise with skimpy stuff. If that's the worst that goes wrong this Xmas, we'll be doing okay.) (In other news, roasting dishes are hot, and foil is not in fact an insulator. Ouch.)
We did presents and such out in the clubhouse, around the tree this morning. I have cool/warm new clothes, which Mac is currently sleeping on. Both boys have exhausted themselves, playing with their new catnip reindeer mousies. Such things exist. Who knew? (M'wife did, obviously. It's news to me.)
Also I have pictures of men with no clothes on, some of which are going on the fridge (naked men in oven mitts! Who knew that was a thing? M'wife did, obviously...). My mother-in-law is not apparently fazed by this.
That may be all the news from Sunnyvale at this time. I dursen't speak for any of the rest of the family, but I'm having a lovely Xmas.
*This is not really a tragedy.