Neanderpundit

This recipe for thanksgiving turkey for several years now. It is simplicity itself, I assure you. I use a 5 gallon bucket to brine the turkey, we usually get a 14 lb bird. The deal is, thaw the turkey, stick it in the brine, soak opvernight, tday morning stick the turkey in the oven with the aromatics stuck in it, and cook.

I did the turkey, and the Ogwife and Oglet got everything to the table piping hot, and we chowed down like a swarm of locusts.

The Oglet arrived home from school frozen about half solid, because the Explorer had no heat. I use Failsafe thermostats. Apparently several weeks back when she had lost an idler pulley ( and subsequently, the serpentine belt) the old girl got hot and latched the thermostat into “Fail” mode. So she had a cool ride.

I’m tickled that it was something simple, and she got home safe, and now she’ll have heat for the trip back. Plenty to be thankful for. And now it’s time for a piece of pie and some coffee, and another day of chainsawing and mess cleaning.

to get that bloody animated gif off the front page.

I’m thankful today for the family and friends that have made this last year bearable, who helped to comfort me in my times of sorrow and celebrated with me in my times of joy.

I’m thankful that the Oglet made it home safely from college yesterday, and is sleeping mere yards from here after sitting up and cooking and yapping with her mother all night long.

I’m thankful for the way my underwear always have the opening to te fly on the right side, no matter if they’re inside out or right side out. This seemed a miracle to me, for many years, until I worked it out. It’s less miraculous now, but it’s still a very good thing.

Spend time with your families, folks, if you can, and think about them if you can’t. See you tomorrow.

That’s a solid 30 foot of 0ak, easily 30″ in diameter at the base, and it was leaning toward the house.

Because I’m paranoid, I chiseled a spot on the tree and measured it to a nail driven in the side of the house. The first twelve years we lived here, it always measured within an inch or so; two years ago, it moved two inches, it moved 4″ this summer alone. It was headed for my picture window and the living room. And these boys put it on the ground. The Mexican that climbed this tree and literally put it all on the ground himself was 36. Half the time he was hanging onto that tree by his fingernails and a pair of Buckingham spurs.