So everyone made it safely to the house. Cordelia Willis gave me one of her bound books of their trip this past summer. Cordelia is a wonderful photographer. George and Parris gave me a darling Dr. Who purse. Considering I was just texting with a friend about whether he was the Doctor and I the Companion or vice versa it felt very apt.
I overcooked the stuffing, and burned rather than toasted the top because I forgot about it because the damn bird would not get done! I blamed the turkey (and I didn’t love it, too dry), but I have realized “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in… the oven. I think somethings wrong with the temperature probe and it won’t get hot enough or maintain consistent heat. I really hope a new oven is not in my future. But despite some failings on my part we got dinner on the table by 4:00, talked and laughed and had a good time. I will say the apple and pumpkin pies were quite good, and the spinach, Mandrin orange, and pomegranant salad with poppy seed dressing was really good. It’s mostly what I ate and half a roll. Once I’ve cooked on something for two days I don’t want it anymore. I even managed to do okay on the mashed potatoes. I don’t like potatoes so cooking them is something of a mystery to me.
Everyone left a bit early because of the threat of more bad weather. Got the dishwasher loaded, food put away. Walked up the road to recover my car and brought it back into the garage. Hope that wasn’t a mistake and I can get out tomorrow and maybe get to spend more time with my friends.
Right now I’m trying to decide what to do with the carcass of the not very good turkey. Eaten two aspirin, and I’m contemplating a very hot bath, and bed. But seriously one cannot go to bed at 6:30 at night.
