Sunday Spo-bits

We are making Thanksgiving dinner today. It isn’t easy to do as I get lightheaded standing for long and almost every effort results in exhaustion and the need to go lie down a bit. After a week of this, there is a part of me that wonders if what I got is permanent viz. a sort of chronic fatigue syndrome. What’s more likely is I am older and recovering from bugs takes longer that’s all.

After years of fancy turkey cooking involving brines and bags and funny foil hats (for the bird not the cook) it seems just as well to pop the thing in the oven for some hours and leave it alone. Someone is a firm believer in cooking the stuffing the bird and not in a separate pan. It is an annual ritual for me to quote vague but alarming warnings about thems who cook stuffing in the bird die of salmonella or something and Someone like a true spouse snorts with contempt and does as he pleases. Come summer he will quote similar sources when I make solar tea and then it is my turn to tell him to go fly a kite. People get awfully queer about what they find risky.

This afternoon I will make a proper green bean casserole made from blanched green beans that remain slightly crunchy and green, not olive and mushy. The sauce is made from real mushrooms and cream. Only the fried onions remain unaltered from the original recipe, although I quaff them up with buttered and flavored panko. It beats what my ancestors in Michigan made by a country mile but Someone still only takes a no thank you helping. Stirge.

Someone likes to make a pumpkin pie, which he did early this morning. After dinner we will eat it with relish, or to be more specific, with whipped cream for him and Edam cheese for Urs Truly. He despises the stuff that shoots out of a metal can, so he makes the effort to whip it himself. Good for him I say. Edam cheese appeals to my Dutch heritage, something my maternal family has been doing ever since they came over from Friesland.

Chances are we will take a few bites of everything and call it a night. It seems a waste of time and money to make so much food for so little consumption. One would be better off with a Swanson frozen TV dinner. We’ll put it all away and try to eat off of it through December.

I hope I am well enough to return to work tomorrow. I can only imagine the pile-up having taken two days off prior to the long weekend. I did pop into work the other day just to renew prescriptions; there were over a hundred. My own prescriptions are lost in the post again so tomorrow’s agenda includes calling OptumRx and finding out where the hell are they.

Tomorrow is World AIDS day, despite the current government decision to pretend it doesn’t exist anymore, their latest nasty move. I will wear a red ribbon in memory of all I knew who are no longer here.