Musings

The term is spatchcocking. I think of it as turkey gymnastics.

I’ve never spatchcocked a bird before. Today was the day. Indeed, the dark and white meat areas roasted at about the same rate. Huge victory.

However…however, next time I’ll probably roast a turkey in parts. It’s an easier prep, I think.

Posted at 6:52 PM | Comments Off on Gymnastics experiment

I always forget how saturated and red-red cranberry sauce is, until I get it finished. If I were to pick a color I’d call “cranberry red,” I don’t think it would be quite this. Maybe a bit less yellow?

This is the old-fashioned basic recipe—just berries, white sugar, and water; however, it’s far less sugar and less water, so that it’s tart and dense. Mmmmm.

Posted at 7:56 PM | Comments Off on Hue and cry?

I had nothing to say.

Maybe not nothing, but nothing “of general interest*.”

Hence, I selected a photo, but never posted (on time).

*At least, that’s the phrase as I remember it from “Cheaper by the Dozen”—the book, the original.

Posted at 10:22 PM | Comments Off on Oops

I just checked, and we’re one month away from the shortest day of the year, also known as the longest night of the year.

I’m guessing that I’m drawn to the light recently because the day-length reduction is so obvious these days.

Posted at 9:21 PM | Comments Off on Light hypothesis

Things are looking up. We made it to season five, the current one, of “Yellowstone.”

Also, we are lucky that there’s no Great Lake Effect here. It’s just cold—the local version of cold, something like 20° below normal for today’s high.

Me, I’m sleeping under a down quilt tonight.

Posted at 9:00 PM | Comments Off on Gauging ambiance

I spend some intellectual energy now and then on “political economy.” With whatever sense of a lens I have from that, I think DT is running again because it’s the best business model he’s happened upon in the last decade, the model most likely to line his own pockets and pick up his personal expenses. Sure, there’s an ego component, but IMHO it’s about money. Money. And money.

Posted at 9:13 PM | Comments Off on The baseline

I have decided that I don’t want to know the politics behind funding this text put into the floor in…get this…the landing of a staircase. Not in the lobby floor, or even one of the broad hallways. In the floor of a landing. So, the money was spent…on a place that most people never see because they use the elevator.

This was in a cancer center of a major research and treatment facility. I was there for breast imaging that confirmed that I am fine, and the irregularity noticed previously is what happens with real tissue and real conservative diagnostics. Lucky me.

Posted at 9:37 PM | Comments Off on I am fine

For some reason, late Sunday afternoon we began binge-watching “Yellowstone” from the beginning. We got into the second season tonight. Too much blood; not enough snow, is what I’m thinking.

That’s neither snow nor ice, just shower steam.

Posted at 9:26 PM | Comments Off on Not quite au courant

Three years ago was before Covid-19 (at least here), and I found this beast. My day this year, in 2022, was dull, perhaps stifled by my Friday shot. It has certainly made my arm sore. Whine. But I am okay.

Posted at 9:16 PM | Comments Off on Time travel

Blew me away. Organic? Certainly an oxymoron. And a great distraction immediately after getting our New & Improved™ Covid shot/booster (not sure which; it’s the most recent release).

Also, nope, we didn’t buy and try New & Improved™ Reeeseees.

Posted at 9:01 PM | Comments Off on And dark chocolate, too