Sunday, November 21, 2010

Early Turkey...

 

Today is an early Thanksgiving celebration for my family, as it was one of the few days that the majority of them could get together. I have been elected, selected, drafted or whatever you want to call it for today's meal. Please say a little prayer for me, and on second thought maybe a bigger prayer for those who will partake of my holiday cooking.

I am happy to report that my turkey is not frozen this year and is ready to pop into the roasting contraption whenever I get the bird ready. Crossing fingers and yet another prayer that the roasting contraption still works as it's been a couple years since I last used it to cook a turkey in.

So much to do, so little time, and it's at moments like this that I find myself procrastinating even more. I should be busy chopping veggies, filling the pickle and olive dishes, slicing that jellied canned cranberry sauce that my mom and sister-in-law crave and refuse to eat any other kind. I should be looking at recipes, gauging how long the ham takes to cook, the turkey, the stuffing, etc. etc. I should be coordinating times and schedules, what goes in first, what should go in next, dig out table settings, tablecloth, pitchers, glasses, and all other sorts of paraphernalia.

Good grief, I should be cleaning, dusting and dusting and more dusting. I should be disturbing spiderwebs, scrubbing floors, shaking rugs, and doing a million other things...But I feel like procrastinating. I will get to it when I get to it, seems to be my motto today. I am wondering if it is some inner sort of rebellion that my subconscious has taken over and is refusing to get into the swing of things. I should be moving, I should be doing stuff, I should be checking the freezer for a carton of cool whip for pie.

I find myself instead logging on here, snooping around a bit and yet not saying much in the fear I won't be able to tear myself away in time for turkey. Turkey takes time, turkey is awfully demanding for a bird, and a dead bird at that.

(sigh) I guess I should go get busy, scatter some dust bunnies, plug in the roaster to make sure it works, go look for poultry seasoning, and maybe a vegetable peeler. I have one of those, somewhere.

Wishing all of you an early turkey day, an early Thanksgiving that makes us all reflect on what we are thankful for this year. Me, I am thankful for family, friends, here and otherwise. Thankful for the cat, most days. Thankful that I am still treading water and keeping afloat in a rotten economy.

I am also thankful that I have a pressed turkey roll in a little aluminum til foil pan as back up in case I blow the big bird in some way....I think the gravy is even included too.

Enjoy your day and continue those prayers for me in the kitchen today and take time to reflect on your own reasons for being thankful this year. One of those reasons being that you are safe from my culinary delights.

 

(pic above, for those who can't view the background on my page)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Garden Stuff 2011

 

Yesterday I was surprised to find a new 2011 spring garden catalog in my mailbox...(neener,neener Vero). With visions of turkey, gravy, stuffing, and pie clouding my thoughts, gardening for the next year was way back on the back burner. I couldn't help but thumb thru the catalog a bit to see their offering and I found my eye drawn to some plants I hadn't grown or heard of before.

PUMPKIN PEPPERS.... Looking a lot like miniature pumpkins but not really a pumpkin...or a pepper. But actually a member of the eggplant family, that is dried like a gourd. It sounded a lot like a plant with an identity crisis to me, which lead me to some googling. It was confusing a bit as there are actually peppers that are called pumpkin peppers that are hot. But the pumpkin peppers that I had seen listed in the catalog are more decorative and not really eaten. My interest was peaked though and I find myself seriously considering trying them next year. If you should google them to read more about them as well, type in "ornamental eggplant pumpkin on a stick" to find the variety mentioned rather than the hot peppers.

STUPICE TOMATO...A Czechoslovakian heirloom tomato that is suppose to be very early to mature. A small 3-4 oz. tomato that is sweet and tangy that you would associate with a beefsteak according to the catalog. After this past years tomato crop failure I am thinking this might be a contender for next year. I am not sure what Stupice stands for, the original breeder, a town, or province in Czechoslovakia but the name is close enough  to stupid which makes me think that even I might have success in growing the plant.

MARCONI RED...An Italian pepper that reportedly is 3 inches across the shoulders and can grow a foot long. Described as exceptionally large and exceptionally sweet has me thinking I want and need to grow anything described as exceptional, not once but twice. I haven't ever grown a foot long pepper before, and just how it would taste any different I'm not sure. But I have a hankering now for marconi peppers which look suspiciously like banana peppers that are just red.

SUGAR BUNS... (sigh) Another disappointed in the garden this year was the sweet corn that was drowned out early in the spring season. For the past several years I have planted a bi-color, but now I am thinking I should switch back to an all yellow variety. Promises of an early sugar enhanced hybrid with a long harvest period sound so  promising. I find though that I am always in a bit of a quandary with those sugar enhanced corn varieties. Reports of needing a bit more soil warmth then the typical sweet corn varieties has me wavering on just when to plant. Plant too early and they sulk and rot in the soil. Plant too late and I end up with stunted knee high stalks that make we want to build a fence to cover my sweet corn shame. This time I am thinking sugar buns is a possibility and it has me lusting to slather it all in butter and salt. Listed beside my Sugar Buns are "Quickie" and "Stowell's evergreen" ....oh decisions, decisions...

KIWANO HORNED MELON...A native of Africa that supposedly has a taste similar to cucumbers, kiwi and banana combined. The real kicker for me though, it is listed as having "flesh quite interesting with a Jello-like consistency"... Well there ya go, you can now grow Jell-o. Who knew? Given the cucumber, kiwi, and banana flavor it is like growing your very own fruit salad, all that you need is a carton of cool whip and you are good to go...(heads up Mac, the flesh looks green too!).

I know it's just my first catalog and many more will start trickling in after the first of the year. So many new plants and discoveries to stumble across has me thinking that 2011 will be an exceptionally good year. The only problem will be trying to pare down my wish list of things to try along with my usual old stand bys, as well as flowers (annuals and perennials) trees, bushes, etc, etc.... I will though, have to make room for Jell-O...

(don't groan, you knew I had to say it!)

 

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Tricks or Treats, or Both...

 

As usual, I am behind on my blogging and even though I had plans on writing a big Halloween blog with jokes and quizzes and as many bad puns as I could find, it never quite materialized. Today it is already mid-November and another holiday, Veteran's Day today. I scrapped all plans of my original Halloween blog but still felt like blogging on the past holiday. I guess it's better late than never, but it is changed a bit in it's original idea.

Halloween was a bust this year.

Nine little trick or treaters...wow, only nine. When I turned off my light late that night, I could only shake my head and wonder what had happened to all of the trick or treaters? What had happened to Halloween? Was it because it was on a Sunday? Was it because tomorrow was a school day? Was it because Halloween is no longer the holiday I remembered as a kid?

Of the nine trick or treaters that came knocking on my door, they all had something in common. No the costumes weren't the same, and come to think of it, they all didn't really yell trick or treat, some did. Some just knocked on the door and stood there with their arms outstretched with their little plastic pumpkin containers. All of the trick or treaters had arrived at my doorstep via their parent's cars. I was surprised to see all of their parents drive up to the front door as close as possible and wait with the engine running for them to walk back down the steps and then be whisked off in their vehicles to the next house. I tried to rationalize their reasons...maybe they thought it was too cold, maybe they are afraid of the dark, maybe they were all in a hurry. But I think the biggest reason was our advances in transportation and mobility have made us immobile.

I grumbled....and whined... Noooo, you aren't doing it right. You are messing up the holiday. Halloween is about dressing up in your costumes, homemade or boughten, and getting your big paper bag (okay I know they don't make those any more, but every kid has to have at least one trick or treating experience with a big grocery store paper bag) and your trusty flashlight. Then when it is completely dark outside you are allowed to shuffle along in your dragging costume in small groups, giggling and stumbling in the dark, and hitting all of the good places that hand out the best candy first....sometimes twice, if you think you can get away with it. Down the road you see other small groups of witches, ghosts, and pirates with their small beams of light. Sometimes there would be an extra tall shadow which meant an adult was tagging along. It took awhile, going from house to house, and even though at some houses you only got a stick of gum  or a lonely tootsie roll, you made sure you didn't miss a single dwelling with it's porch light on. This driving around stuff is for sissies.

I moaned for my old Halloween. I longed for my old Halloween. I fear it's gone by the wayside, my old Halloween. The lure of candy isn't there, too commonplace in homes now. The idea of walking in the dark at night, too dangerous most parents will say now. Going to every home on the block a big no-no, because a sex offender lives at such and such address now. It was already hard enough that Halloween had to compete with Christmas on the store shelves now...

It makes me a bit sad that so much of every holiday that I know and celebrate keeps getting streamlined. Less about the process and more about the end product. It loses something in that abbreviated translation.

Haunted houses were big when I was a kid. I didn't even see one advertised this year. Too much work, too much effort, too scary? I don't know, I imagine most would think not scary enough with today's movies. I think most holidays, especially Halloween are about the experience. There is something about Halloween being bad, our last naughty hurrah, before we all have to be good because Santa will be watching.

I never was that bad though on Halloween. A few soaped windows was about the extent of being naughty. I didn't egg or toilet paper anyone's residence. I didn't play any practical jokes or cause my parents to worry that the police would be bringing me home with a stern lecture.

There was one Halloween that my twin brother and I and his girlfriend who was also a friend of mine were out driving around. For some reason we decided to drive way out in the country and soap a friend's windows. We snuck out there in the quiet darkness, parking my brothers car at the bottom of a very steep hill and climbed up that hill to keep from being heard on our mission. We giggled and soaped their car, their pick-up, their front door on their house, all the while they were in the living room watching tv. We would peek in a window to keep an eye on them and continue on our soaping spree. My brother spied a parked grain truck and he went to soap it's windows while us girls ran down the hill giggling all the way.

We hadn't brought a flashlight but there was enough of a moon to guide our steps. We hopped in the car and expected to see my brother coming shortly. As we chatted away we heard a big "thump" on the roof of the small car. We shrieked, we jumped, we had the bejeezus scared out of us. We expected the driver's door to open and my brother to hop in. He didn't. We quickly locked all the doors and peered into the darkness....nothing. We saw nothing. At that moment, every horror/slasher movie we had ever seen ran thru our minds... Two young girls, out in the middle of nowhere. Late at night, deserted country road....yep, we were goners. Any minute I expected to see that creepy hand that always crawls up the outside of the window to appear. We waited, our hearts beating out of our chests. Our eyes darting around the car, peering into the darkness.

Maybe he was hiding under the car, my brother. He was just waiting to jump out and scare us we thought. Soon we heard steps, the crunch of gravel as a figure running down the hill came closer. It was my brother finally. He yelled at us, "why do you have the door locked, unlock the door". We let him in and told him about the thump on the roof of the car. We thought it was him. He laughed and said there was a big cat back in the middle of the road, it must have followed us and jumped on the roof. We sighed with relief but still were a bit doubtful. We hadn't heard the cat jump off the car or seen it walk away. We kept the doors locked all the way home. Our night of trick or treating had the trick played on us. We were spooked by something that grew bigger in our imaginations. We learned that things really do go bump in the night...

Tricks..and treats included, how can you not love Halloween?