*spla*

Ate too much. The turkey proved only average, but the gravy, dressing, and mashed sweet potatoes were very good. As for the cranberry-pear relish...I will be hard-pressed to ever go back to store-bought. *So* good. It's possible that riper pears may have provided more taste, or that a splash of Grand Marnier might have provided a little more depth. But overall, I'm a fan. Given that an hour's work left me with two month's worth of relish, it's a no-brainer.

Prior to the feast, I put up the outdoor Christmas decorations. Two lighted wreaths on the house, multicolored lights strung through the burning bush branches, and three lawn figures: a penguin, and two small trees. I still need to get a couple of evergreen wreaths for the rear gate and garage.

The indoor decorations will go up at some point this weekend. For now, I think I'll sit and recover for a while...

*spla*

Ate too much. The turkey proved only average, but the gravy, dressing, and mashed sweet potatoes were very good. As for the cranberry-pear relish...I will be hard-pressed to ever go back to store-bought. *So* good. It's possible that riper pears may have provided more taste, or that a splash of Grand Marnier might have provided a little more depth. But overall, I'm a fan. Given that an hour's work left me with two month's worth of relish, it's a no-brainer.

Prior to the feast, I put up the outdoor Christmas decorations. Two lighted wreaths on the house, multicolored lights strung through the burning bush branches, and three lawn figures: a penguin, and two small trees. I still need to get a couple of evergreen wreaths for the rear gate and garage.

The indoor decorations will go up at some point this weekend. For now, I think I'll sit and recover for a while...

Wodehouse Quote of the Day

Because it's writing related:

`The moment my fingers clutch a pen,' said Leila Yorke, `a great change comes over me. I descend to the depths of goo which you with your pure mind wouldn't believe possible. I write about stalwart men, strong but oh so gentle, and girls with wide grey eyes and hair the colour of ripe wheat, who are always having misunderstandings and going to Africa. The men, that is. The girls stay at home and marry the wrong bimbos. But there's a happy ending. The bimbos break their necks in the hunting field and the men come back in the last chapter and they and the girls get together in the twilight, and all around is the scent of English flowers and birds singing their evensong in the shrubbery. Makes me shudder to think of it.'

Ice in the Bedroom (1961)

Wodehouse Quote of the Day

Because it's writing related:

`The moment my fingers clutch a pen,' said Leila Yorke, `a great change comes over me. I descend to the depths of goo which you with your pure mind wouldn't believe possible. I write about stalwart men, strong but oh so gentle, and girls with wide grey eyes and hair the colour of ripe wheat, who are always having misunderstandings and going to Africa. The men, that is. The girls stay at home and marry the wrong bimbos. But there's a happy ending. The bimbos break their necks in the hunting field and the men come back in the last chapter and they and the girls get together in the twilight, and all around is the scent of English flowers and birds singing their evensong in the shrubbery. Makes me shudder to think of it.'

Ice in the Bedroom (1961)