4 Seconds A Day: November 2015

Pies In The Faces

Turkey Time

4 Seconds A Day: November 2014

When it gets colder, we get boring-er

Sheriff Callie's Tropical Thanksgiving Magic Show

We have no idea where this came from

Turkey In Sandwich

 View from the backyard, Eric & Fatih;s new place. Quite cute. Already planning a go-back.

With so much to keep track of,  it's easy to mistake the baby for the turkey. 

Here was the hideous turkey cake we brought. I was only slightly offended they couldn't work it into the centerpiece.  

The turkey butter was of course the feature dish.  

Eric & Fatih added a little style with photo placecards.  

Yuula's was too cool. 

I looked like I might be ready to do some damage.  

Faith, Arzu, Erol, Yuula, Laura, me, Joe-Mama, Lady Brust, and Eric behind the camera 

A of course my favorite pie.

Eric and Fatih did a great job, and Laura and I really enjoyed doing next to nothing for Thanksgiving. Thanks boys!

You Count, I'll Fly

Should we be concerned?

4 Seconds A Day: November 2013

They're only going to get duller from her on out

The Two Of Us Could Run

And this was just a dusting

All That Melted Sound

song of the day

I was in slomo

all

day

long

These Are A Few Of My Thankfullest Things

This year I am thankful for...

This beyond perfect rhubarb pie

Our new pup

Yuula learning to cook

And knowing my weaknesses

The other flightless bird

Friends from yonder

This flavor combination

Yuula sleeping in appropriate places

Another top-notch turkey

Alcohol.

Happy Thanksgiving

Turkey Surrogate

This is a thing...

It's called a cockentrice.

Here's the recipe:

...take a capon, scald it, drain it clean, then cut it in half at the waist; take a pig, scald it, drain it as the capon, and also cut it in half at the at the waist; take needle and thread and sew the front part of the capon to the back part of the pig; and the front part of the pig to the back part of the capon, and then stuff it as you would stuff a pig; put it on a spit, and roast it: and when it is done, gild it on the outside with egg yolks, ginger, saffron, and parsley juice; and then serve it forth for a royal meat.

Oh and for the thrift-hearted out there, don't worry. We won't let any go to waste.

I call it the gobblehog.

These are legit.

Not Even For The Bestest Bargain

I somehow allowed Eric & Fatih to talk me into a little Black Friday excursion to Best Buy at midnight after Thanksgiving. At first I was kind of excited, thinking  solely as a spectator, that I'd either see a trampling mob or some good deals on stuff I can dream about one day owning, more likely the latter. Instead we got a queue. A long, building surpassing queue that passed PetSmart, Bed Bath and then beyond, around the corner and down a dark alley. I managed to strike up some conversation with other line-standers, but immediately regretted that. I shivered some and had to be reminded about 7 times what exactly we were doing there. I still couldn't tell you. Once we got inside the pre-arranged human hamster cage sale items were grabbed and the search for a checkout line began. We stood in the wrong line for about ten minutes but it didn't seem to matter. The boys got some good deals on cameras, photo and video, and I bought a pack of mentos at Black Friday deal price.

I told them this picture marks the moment we stopped being friends.

Like Eyes All Around Your Head

I'm not even sure how well these can be seen on here, but I am experimenting with this new panorama app I found on my phone. These got kind of messed up. Maybe I needed better lighting. You may need to click on them to see a larger version.

I was inspired when Eric took some awesome ones, maybe I can get him to send them to me.

Eric... Hi... can you send those to me?

Can We Just Mold The Meal?

On Thanksgiving morning Eric gave Yuula her birthday present, a lovely winter coat and few lumps of playdoh. We got right on that.

The Thanks, X14

Believe it or not, things have just now settled down after Thanksgiving. I didn't even realize it was Monday already til Zoraida Sambolin said something about it, and even now I'm kind of in shock. Maybe that tryptophan is getting stronger.

We had 14 people stuffed into our house for Thanksgiving. Seems fitting. But it started off slow with my parents, Eric & Fatih arriving late the night before and waking up slowly the morning of.

It seemed like we were in no rush and took the morning easy, gnoshing on muffins and Stella D'oro, sipping coffee and "coffee" and deciding whether or not get up and get to it.

The Krupp men arrived fresh from hurricane alley and were ready to get to business, and by business I mean actual business showing everyone the mythical heat injector on our front lawn.

It was nice to get outside since it was such a lovely day and plus I think my neighbors passing got the impression that I may be a real player in the contest of "let's-see-who-can-have-the-largest-generator".

Back inside hors d'oeuvres were prepped and just in time for more guests to arrive. Eric served up his homemade sangria, complete with beet shavings and quirky goblets.

The period of time between this and the next is blurry, but I seem to remember lots of serving bowls, bumping into one another and cooking going on in three rooms of the house. Dinner was about two hours late hitting our tongues, but our tongues were the better for it.

Before

After

Jammed some dessert down our throats and then busted out the Michigan rummy board. Everyone was a quick learner, except for Eric, but we had to change up some of the rules to keep the chips moving, despite my father having a panic attack over it.

Can't wait to do it again. Let's go for the big 20!

Thanks Let's Eat

Turkey Torture

Removing your innards, and then showing them to you

She Dexter'd him

Bird In The House

don't worry, I won't touch it, not salmonella this year