Jeff come and collected me and then kidnapped me for an ninety minutes’ worth of Robot Chicken. Scarlett Johannson as a crazy girlfriend style GPS? Yowza.
My mom cooked us dinner. It was tasty and nourishing too.
This morning I found out about the existence of bacon brittle.
I’ve been told that this should be served as a side for the next Mars Bar Cthtulhuthon… Mmmm bacon brittle. (added later, per Kopper’s warning do not use this recipe)
What next, haggis? Let us preserve decorum. Mind you I was actually thinking of renting a bagpiper for the last time, but I thought that was over the top even for me.
Enough of that! The meal was turkey breast and home made stuffing and yams and salad and bread and cranberry dressing and a cauliflower cheese. AND pie. And ice cream. So I have to say I am very impressed with just how much slaving over a hot stove my ma did for me today, and that maybe next Christmas I should think about getting here earlier and cooking more….
I got Hep A and Hep B shots this morning and I feel weird – oh shut up, weirder than normal. Mind you my consciousness has been a variable and vinegary brew this past few weeks, with a couple of very nice breaks…. Pause to smile and look off into the middle distance with my head tilted to one side. I did manage to make some very nice memories in the last week.
Keith is still here. It is so good to see him.
*** BACON BRITTLE WARNING ***
Do NOT, repeat, do NOT attempt the recipe under the link. Daughter Tillie tried it with disastrous results, including the need to disconnect the smoke alarm while the air cleared.
The true and only successful recipe (third attempt)resides in her head, from whence I must wrest it when she returns from Sacramento and pass it on to the waiting world.