That last line reminded me of that Netflix movie "Don't Look Up!" where the climax of the meteor hitting earth centered around (Leonardo Di Caprio's) astronomer's broken family being reunited and folded in the other scientists around a fine dinner table of baked salmon, fingerling potatoes, and freezer-section supermarket pie. That scene got me in my feels as everyone declared love for each other, the food, and the privilege of fellowship, right up to the moment of the end of all things.
I just got back from T-day dinner with the neighbors. It's after 12:30 here, way past my bedtime. How did that happen? Doesn't matter. I'm gonna brush my teeth, take off my makeup, wash down my supplements and go to bed. Goodnight errbody.
Being a Brit, I don't do Thanksgiving. But Mr Cakes has had the week off work (using up the last of this year's holiday allowance before he loses it in January), so I've been enjoying spending time with him - especially since he's finished his month's writing early.
We've spent the day digging out the Christmas decorations, untangling fairylights, and putting up the tree. I'm now taking bets on how long it will be before Smaug knocks said tree over.
Archie, when he was still the Demon Kitten™, did not knock over the tree. He climbed it to bat down certain sparkly, shiny ornaments. These days he merely lounges under the tree and faux bats at the lights between naps and purring.
The best part of holidays is having the grandpup visit and clean up all those stray cat kibbles and cat vomit puddle remains and random questionable something from the cats. Should have named this dog Hoover. Or Dyson, for you youngs.
Ta, Dok. Lovely, moving poem. Grateful greetings from our pied-à-nuage. It has finally stopped snowing, although it may once more starting 11 p.m.-ish. Darling sweet husband Meccalopolis is doing the heavy lifting to prepare our Thanksgiving feast. I made the cranberry-clementine relish (over a quart) and (most of) the gravy. He seasoned our new old cast iron Dutch oven, and this very moment is hickory smoking the lion's mane mushroom for our pot roast (the first thing we'll make in said Dutch oven). He has already cut up the veggies for it. He also made the whole wheat mushroom-chestnut stuffing. We're steaming potatoes to rice then mash, too. Even though we already cooked the wild rice, we made an executive decision to make the stuffed autumn frost squash tomorrow. It will be stuffed with a tasty mix of wild rice, Cremini (baby bella) mushrooms, spinach, and veggie stock, then wrapped with (store bought) puff pastry and baked. We're already having so much food we decided to wait for it. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace. For the Americans among us, Happy Thanksgiving, however you spend it.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot when due (and remember the other vaccines you need while they're still available), avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed family and friends like too-young Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among over seven million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel, especially ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Be kind, especially to yourself. Stay safe.
Okay, which one of you clowns gave my number to Ivanka Trump looking for me to chaperone her to the LARGEST INAUGURATION IN HISTORY OF YOUR FAVOURITE PRESIDENT (ME!).
Thinking about signing up to troll that dumb motherfucker.
Coffee beans hit their highest price in 47 years, driven by bad weather in Vietnam and Brazil, the biggest producers of robusta and arabica beans respectively.
Arabica beans hit $3.18 a pound on Wednesday, leading Nestlé, the world’s biggest coffee company, to increase prices. As well as climate concerns, future prices are being raised by worries about tariffs: Roasters “will try to import now, because otherwise you will be paying tariffs later,” one trade analyst told the Financial Times.
All I know is that the small bag of Peet's is on sale this week, and instead of $7.99, the sale price is $8.99.
Planning to stock up when the large bags go on sale and freeze the beans, because this will only get worse... and I'm not doing the next four years on crappy coffee.
Tell me more when you have it. Is this one of those fantasy worlds with lots of queer activity. Cause those are good. Especially when there’s magic used to transition trans people. (fuck you JK.)
“Allowing a foreigner who illegally immigrated to our country and is financially supporting a adjudicated Insurrectionist who cannot get the votes needed to lift 14th Amendment prohibition is concerning we have allowed him to own anything here in the US much more concerning is the access to unlimited control of our communication networks. Violations with financial penalties have been ineffective at curbing information frauds that mislead the public.”
Many television stations here in Canada broadcast video of a fireplace over the holidays (I have a DVD of such footage). A highlight of the transmission is the sight of a flannel-clad arm poking the embers and placing another log in the hearth. If you happen to catch it, you've been blessed.
That last line reminded me of that Netflix movie "Don't Look Up!" where the climax of the meteor hitting earth centered around (Leonardo Di Caprio's) astronomer's broken family being reunited and folded in the other scientists around a fine dinner table of baked salmon, fingerling potatoes, and freezer-section supermarket pie. That scene got me in my feels as everyone declared love for each other, the food, and the privilege of fellowship, right up to the moment of the end of all things.
Hey thanks, Dok. Well done.
I absolutely love this poem.
Nice new tradition. *Hugs*
I just got back from T-day dinner with the neighbors. It's after 12:30 here, way past my bedtime. How did that happen? Doesn't matter. I'm gonna brush my teeth, take off my makeup, wash down my supplements and go to bed. Goodnight errbody.
"The world begins at an abattoir. No matter what, we must eat to live."
Being a Brit, I don't do Thanksgiving. But Mr Cakes has had the week off work (using up the last of this year's holiday allowance before he loses it in January), so I've been enjoying spending time with him - especially since he's finished his month's writing early.
We've spent the day digging out the Christmas decorations, untangling fairylights, and putting up the tree. I'm now taking bets on how long it will be before Smaug knocks said tree over.
Archie, when he was still the Demon Kitten™, did not knock over the tree. He climbed it to bat down certain sparkly, shiny ornaments. These days he merely lounges under the tree and faux bats at the lights between naps and purring.
I also admire the enterprising kittehs who drink the tree water or gnaw on the branches.
The movie is over if you would like to join us there for OT.
The best part of holidays is having the grandpup visit and clean up all those stray cat kibbles and cat vomit puddle remains and random questionable something from the cats. Should have named this dog Hoover. Or Dyson, for you youngs.
Kirby would work too!
Kenmore, also too.
Our Pup in Havana
Ta, Dok. Lovely, moving poem. Grateful greetings from our pied-à-nuage. It has finally stopped snowing, although it may once more starting 11 p.m.-ish. Darling sweet husband Meccalopolis is doing the heavy lifting to prepare our Thanksgiving feast. I made the cranberry-clementine relish (over a quart) and (most of) the gravy. He seasoned our new old cast iron Dutch oven, and this very moment is hickory smoking the lion's mane mushroom for our pot roast (the first thing we'll make in said Dutch oven). He has already cut up the veggies for it. He also made the whole wheat mushroom-chestnut stuffing. We're steaming potatoes to rice then mash, too. Even though we already cooked the wild rice, we made an executive decision to make the stuffed autumn frost squash tomorrow. It will be stuffed with a tasty mix of wild rice, Cremini (baby bella) mushrooms, spinach, and veggie stock, then wrapped with (store bought) puff pastry and baked. We're already having so much food we decided to wait for it. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace. For the Americans among us, Happy Thanksgiving, however you spend it.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot when due (and remember the other vaccines you need while they're still available), avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed family and friends like too-young Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among over seven million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel, especially ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Be kind, especially to yourself. Stay safe.
Slava Ukraini. 🌻🇺🇦💙💛
Okay, which one of you clowns gave my number to Ivanka Trump looking for me to chaperone her to the LARGEST INAUGURATION IN HISTORY OF YOUR FAVOURITE PRESIDENT (ME!).
Thinking about signing up to troll that dumb motherfucker.
Probably Steve. He's been suspiciously MIA...
If it’s held in the caldera of an active volcano, I volunteer to chaperone all of them. I won’t be able to join in the funpit part, though.
A very Retro AI Happy Thanksgiving!
https://sadanduseless.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/thanksgiving-dinner13.webp
Strong Cronenberg (think "eXistenZ") vibes in that one, for me. Bravo.
WTF?
OK, something a bit simpler and less horrifying.
https://sadanduseless.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/thanksgiving-dinner2.jpg
The cigarette really sells it.
Also, John Carpenter on line 1.
The little lady prepares a mean meal!
"More snout?"
Sure! I don't think it has trotters.
https://youtu.be/6aA76spncQ8?si=c7N0U6l43uVzW0fe
Thank you!
Thanks Trump.
𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝟒𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
Coffee beans hit their highest price in 47 years, driven by bad weather in Vietnam and Brazil, the biggest producers of robusta and arabica beans respectively.
Arabica beans hit $3.18 a pound on Wednesday, leading Nestlé, the world’s biggest coffee company, to increase prices. As well as climate concerns, future prices are being raised by worries about tariffs: Roasters “will try to import now, because otherwise you will be paying tariffs later,” one trade analyst told the Financial Times.
All I know is that the small bag of Peet's is on sale this week, and instead of $7.99, the sale price is $8.99.
Planning to stock up when the large bags go on sale and freeze the beans, because this will only get worse... and I'm not doing the next four years on crappy coffee.
Fuck Nestle.
Yes, fuck Nestle:past present and future.
My brain misread that.
Now I'm imagining a fantasy world where you are trying to compete a magical potion and are searching for Fuck Nettles.
Tell me more when you have it. Is this one of those fantasy worlds with lots of queer activity. Cause those are good. Especially when there’s magic used to transition trans people. (fuck you JK.)
Always appropriate.
No worries. Vivek and Elon are going to eliminate coffee breaks anyway,
They’re just looking for lazy deepstaters to be “extremely hardcore” and work “long hours at high intensity” that’s all.
I think that requires cocaine, not coffee.
Government by speed freaks, it has been tried before..
And if we don't, they'll send out the overseers with whips.
Trumpflation. Pass it on.
I'd rather pass on it.
On the left hand side.
SankaCoin
Make Chicory Great Again
Coffee is one of the most volatile commodities around. He's not winning any favours.
I want interviews at diners in Iowa.
I want the Black voters to be interviewed
Not Candace Owens or Clarence Thomas or Herschel Walker, though
Some coffee NEEDS drinkin'!
You’re so right
“Allowing a foreigner who illegally immigrated to our country and is financially supporting a adjudicated Insurrectionist who cannot get the votes needed to lift 14th Amendment prohibition is concerning we have allowed him to own anything here in the US much more concerning is the access to unlimited control of our communication networks. Violations with financial penalties have been ineffective at curbing information frauds that mislead the public.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4u5E9oEfmzE
Fucking hell: I had just about forgotten about Walker.
“There are always ladder-pullers lurking” is about all I can manage
I'm Italian, and Catholic, if I stopped doing things that are tradition my days would be overflowing with decisions I don't want to be forced to make.
I never understood religion before - suddenly it makes sense.
Right? Plus, who would do the Seven Fishes?
Or the other 232 saint days menus I have dutifully observed.
Shades of fish stick school lunches.
Soothing fireplace video...
https://youtu.be/_cgTVTwu4nw
Or: https://www.youtube.com/live/8We4tAn_tV0
Thank you 🧡💛🤎
Many television stations here in Canada broadcast video of a fireplace over the holidays (I have a DVD of such footage). A highlight of the transmission is the sight of a flannel-clad arm poking the embers and placing another log in the hearth. If you happen to catch it, you've been blessed.