It's all over bar the turkey
Nov. 24th, 2012 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThanksgiving is behind us (except, as noted, the bird: which lies ahead and ahead and...). The in-laws have gone home; I have my study back! *dances in his study*
The Brenchley/Williams household is resuming its former happy ways: Karen is in her study playing WoW, I am in mine posting to the internets, the boys are at separate windows. The turtles have not reported in. Tonight, I think we watch TV. And drink muchly. (Not that we haven't been drinking muchly all this week: indeed, that's about the only level of normality the week achieved.)
Tonight I plan to introduce Karen to bubble-and-squeak; tomorrow, I shall invent turkey risotto. (I have just made about eight pints of turkey stock, so.) Monday should be all about turkey curry, only K's threatening to send me to Portland for a couple of days, just to give her a bit of space and time on her own. If Portland is willing to receive me, that is. (Hullo? Portland? Hullo...?)
In other news, there is none - oh, but wait. Did I ever tell you about the cheesecrawl? Monday, half a dozen of us set off at godawfulearly and spent The Entire Day driving around Marin and Sonoma counties. We stopped nine times: once at a bakery and once at an oyster farm, and otherwise always at dairies. Many cheeses were tasted; quite a few were bought and brought home. (My favourite is a cheese of unknown name, from a farm of unknown name, where a family from the Azores makes a single cheese, which is this. It's sort of mid-hard and lightly holey, vaguely yellow and just utterly delicious.) And there yet remain many cows unvisited. We need to do it again. And again, and again, and...
The Brenchley/Williams household is resuming its former happy ways: Karen is in her study playing WoW, I am in mine posting to the internets, the boys are at separate windows. The turtles have not reported in. Tonight, I think we watch TV. And drink muchly. (Not that we haven't been drinking muchly all this week: indeed, that's about the only level of normality the week achieved.)
Tonight I plan to introduce Karen to bubble-and-squeak; tomorrow, I shall invent turkey risotto. (I have just made about eight pints of turkey stock, so.) Monday should be all about turkey curry, only K's threatening to send me to Portland for a couple of days, just to give her a bit of space and time on her own. If Portland is willing to receive me, that is. (Hullo? Portland? Hullo...?)
In other news, there is none - oh, but wait. Did I ever tell you about the cheesecrawl? Monday, half a dozen of us set off at godawfulearly and spent The Entire Day driving around Marin and Sonoma counties. We stopped nine times: once at a bakery and once at an oyster farm, and otherwise always at dairies. Many cheeses were tasted; quite a few were bought and brought home. (My favourite is a cheese of unknown name, from a farm of unknown name, where a family from the Azores makes a single cheese, which is this. It's sort of mid-hard and lightly holey, vaguely yellow and just utterly delicious.) And there yet remain many cows unvisited. We need to do it again. And again, and again, and...