Turkeys Left Uncooked

Keelaa's selfie
Keelaa’s selfie

I’m so thankful that we were exempt from the Thanksgiving Snow Storm power outage of 2014. With the exception of a few power flickers, ours remained on the whole entire time. The only thing we lost was the internet and our phone. The cable was also out for a few hours on Thanksgiving Day, but I’m sure that was only so that they could repair the downed lines elsewhere.
Many people in NH didn’t get to eat their cooked Turkey on Thanksgiving Day. Some won’t be getting their power back on until Monday.
You never realize how dependent you become on the technology of our times. If it weren’t for cell phones, we wouldn’t have been able to call out for help had we needed to do so.
It was bad enough that we were lost without our internet. (Which should have been a blessing for me. It’s funny how I was able to avoid working on that work in progress. No matter what, we do learn to make excuses.)
Then when the TV went off, I should have dragged out a board game instead of leaning back on the sofa and taking that nap.
Keelaa, our new pup, who’s now almost 6 months old, didn’t enjoy the snow. She hated the fact that it was too hard for her to walk in and had to resort to hopping around when she occasionally would become stuck in the snow. Being able to eat the snow is the only benefit she found. Being like a little kid, she did take her sweater off after it filled up with snow.

Julie, on the other hand, our older dog, still loves the snow.

Julie's selfie
Julie’s selfie

She would stay out for hours if we let her. I think it is funny how black dogs like to turn white by using the snow and white dogs find every muddy puddle available.
ROW80 Check In:
First off – I didn’t finish NaNo. I’m not surprised. I’ve never finished a NaNo project on time.
I did manage to clean off my desk that I’ve said I would do for the past 6 months.
I haven’t given up on Sleeping on the Beach. I did manage to give that file another 1k words.
Two weeks ago I began working on another title. It too will be published under my pseudonym of Lydia Clark. She writes my hot & sexy titles. I had so much fun writing that last one I had to come up with another one that is sort of like it. Visit Lydia Clark’s website for more information.

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Black Friday Shopping:
Most of my shopping is done – yea! I hate doing last minute shopping.
The first item I bought showed up the other day when Santa came early. It turned out to be an early present. We wasted no time hooking it up. An Amazon Fire TV with the game controller. Oh – My – God – The system is excellent. It’s nothing more than a little black box that does WiFi and plays games with outstanding graphics. It is neat as can be.
All I can do is rave about the thing. Needless to say – I did join Amazon Prime.

How did your turkey carving day go? Lots of leftovers? Did you lose your power? How did you fair?

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Turkey Day Disasters

Thanksgiving – In the US, it is time for family gatherings loaded with dysfunction. We all have at least one dysfunctional family member that we hope and pray decide to visit the other family member this time around.
But just because that family member has decided to spare us a visit this year doesn’t always necessarily mean that we won’t have a Thanksgiving mishap. They happen. Life happens.
I remembered my first Thanksgiving mishap many moons ago. My son was just a baby. That was well over twenty-five years ago.
I was tired of having the same old thing for Thanksgiving and wanted to try my hand at changing things up – turning away from the traditional turkey.
Sometimes it is best to stick with what you know for the sake of the matter. Don’t experiment on your parents. They’ll never let you live it down.
What I wanted to serve that year for Thanksgiving instead of turkey was a goose. They tend to be bigger, and I thought juicer than the average bird.
We even went to the extreme of getting a bird fresh from a farmer and plucking our own. No one told me about using a hot butter knife or pouring hot liquid over the bird to help with the plucking business. I spent hours plucking that bird instead. I only learn about the later technique after the fact.


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It was our first Thanksgiving in our new home. A home we bought instead of rented. We wanted it to be memorable, not ordinary. So a goose seemed to be the answer for our change of tradition.
The plucked bird was stuffed in the usual turkey way and placed in the oven before my mom and dad arrived. Hopes of showing her that I was developing healthy cooking skills, which didn’t happen.
First the oven took too long to heat up. Apparently the regulator was gone, and we didn’t know it. Dinner wasn’t ready on time – almost two hours late.
Then Mom tried to help me make gravy. I didn’t know that goose was so greasy. The gravy didn’t want to set. Ugh!
Dad hates dark meat! That’s all a goose is made up of. Naturally he did nothing but complain about what a disaster Thanksgiving turned out to be. No one said, “Real mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, or anything about the desert being delicious.” All they could do was focus on the Goose no one wanted to eat.
Had I done a trial run before hand, I would never have selected to serve my father goose on Thanksgiving Day.