But we're critically low on gravy. As hard as I try, I can never make enough damned gravy! Mom always managed to make about a gallon of the stuff. I get maybe a quart, maybe three pints. Of course, one thing I have to remember is that she cooked a bigger bird (18-20 lbs) and used the "slow roast and baste" method. I have to wonder how much moisture I lose using this method--the meat comes out perfectly tender and moist, but I have to deglaze the roaster pan to get enough stuff with which to make gravy.
However, there's aspic in the bottom of the serving platter; I can use that, the remaining gravy, and some turkey stock to make more. And will, because I really like open-faced turkey sandwiches with gravy.
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While I was putting my dinner together, my wife asked me to fix her a serving of apple crisp. I asked her if she could wait a little bit, until I was done eating dinner, and I'd fix us both a serving of it. She agreed, but: "Will you put ice cream on it?"
I didn't think to say, "What the hell do you think I'll do? This isn't a half-assed outfit, here."
Which is probably just as well.
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As if I'd serve apple crisp without ice cream in anything other than a dire emergency. Sheesh.
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Anyway, got the stain for the barn door; now I've got to clear out the master bedroom and bring in the sawhorses and get to stainin'. Guess I'll install the ceiling fan, too, in there....
Not like I'm doing anything else. I've been sitting here playing Hexiom Connect and listening to Pandora, not doing anything at all useful. Tried to play some WoW, but it just wasn't grabbing me, and there's just not anything recreational that I feel like doing. Argh etc.
I can only really do it in there, because that's the only room in the house where we don't care what happens to the carpet. Once it's stained, it's ready to go up, which means getting some shims of the right thickness to support the door in place while I'm measuring and such for the placement of the mechanism. I want the bottom edge of the door to be perhaps half an inch above the carpeting, maybe a bit more. Not too high; I don't want cats to be able to squeeze underneath it.
I wonder, sometimes, about replacing the living room doors with french doors. Current ones are louvered half-doors which open to either side of the entrance. Glass would feel more open.
But the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. I think I'll put up the ceiling fan.