I make a raw cranberry-orange relish. Usually I soak the dates with a vanilla bean, but RN I only have vanilla bean powder. I use Ceylon cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, allspice, fresh ground cardamom and cloves, a little NM chile, organic cranberries, and mandarins. I make it in the food processor attachment of the stick blender. It's amazing.
You can add whatever to the sauce. 50% brown sugar. Cointreau ! Chopped candied ginger. Blood orange ,orange. Etc. Yum. AND. My loaded snickerdoodles. Handful of shredded coconut, macadamias, butterscotch morsels, AND some dried cranberry’s I like them tart with a little extra cream of tarter. NEVER the same recipe
We are going down to Reno on Friday to daughter in laws family’s gathering. Perfectly normal compared to my relatives right wing chaos.
Okay, gotta go. Down to trim and changing out some two prong electrical outlets that had no ground today. Pretty soon, I have to figure out what to do with this house...
After hubs and I married I took to calling Thanksgiving the "holiday from hell". This was the holiday spent with his dysfunctional family. One year we decided to have it at our place in San Francisco and hubs had to go back and forth 4 times to both get and return his parents to the east bay. We had a little pickup at the time and no room for both at the same time and his brother refused to bring one of them. This was the year that Bill Clinton became president and my SIL came over and said to me "I hate the Clintons, don't you?" I knew at that moment that Thanksgiving would be the holiday from hell for a long time. Now we go out with a friend. We like it that way.
Mrs. Thors and I bought a house together when we were still just dating persons, and after we did so, we decided to make ALL HER MAMAS RECIPES for Thanksgiving, and adding on a fried turkey (my first). Things got off to a rocky start, because I am in the kitchen trying to prep the turkey fryer which I had watched NUMEROUS youtube videos about and I confidently began pouring five gallons of peanut oil into the device.... and a light yellow puddle starts spreading across the countertop. I furiously look for the stupid fucking drain valve that some asshole had left open and the manufacturer decided to hide behind a tiny door on the back of the fucking thing, and FINALLY got it to stop glug glug glugging eighty bucks worth of peanut oil onto my counter.... meanwhile, EERBODY is out in the garage getting their drink on and I am all using every single towel in the kitchen cleaning up Charles Schultz' jizz from my countertops... her redneck son what brought over the turkey fryer says, "the way to get those towels clean is to put them in the washer and put some gasoline in there"..... so, anyway, we had advertised that we would be eating at four p.m. and Mrs. Thors sister shows up at about ten til, walks in without knocking, sits down in the recliner and loudly proclaims, "Who the FUCK invites people over for dinner at 4 and dinner ISN'T READY YET!!!" at which time, Mrs. Thors rushes over and slaps the absolute SHIT out of her sister, bit of a catfight and Mrs. Thors shouting GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU BITCH!... the sister left her grandson on his knees in my front yard crying his eyes out.... anyway, due to all the strange people in the house, the two big dogs got into a fight, one bit the other's ear and it bled and bled and bled, dog by the front door shaking it's head and blood spattering the wall.... meanwhile, finally got all the food done cooking and we ate at 9 p.m.... My sister shows up for a visit the next morning and I open the door and she sees the wall and says, "is that her sister's blood?"
yeah, it was the holiday from hell that year... but my cooking has improved, as have relationships and her sister joined us for a lovely thanksgiving dinner last Saturday and it was done at 3:45, just to be sure. :)
the kid with the "just throw some gasoline in the washer with them" had another bout of 'hold my beer'... we were all partying in the garage, and it was BALLS cold outside, so we just had the door cracked because smokers and whatnot and suddenly my leather jacket started feeling REALLY warm all of a sudden. I get up and take a look and this asshole had lit off a 4 burner gas grill in my garage as a "space heater".... without telling ANYONE. asshole.
I asked my middle son (pretty much the only liberal non-MAGAt in my family who are still back in the States, and doesn't pander to the MAGAts like my other sons do just to stay in their grandparents' good graces) yesterday what their plans were for Thanksgiving and he said "Fuck that bunch, we're having a 'Friendsgiving' this year" and listed off a bunch of their friends who no longer want anything to do with their families, either. Sounds like it will be a nice time.
We used to do an orphans thanksgiving but a bunch of assholes ruined that for us. We go to my sister's for Christmas. She kept the tradition up after my mom died. It's smaller these days and we don't fill the living room with gifts anymore because we don't give gifts but it's a nice time.
I made this dish for the first Thanksgiving that I lived with Mrs. Callis. I still had a role to play in the kitchen in those days, although those days have passed and it has for some time now been the desmesne of my blushing bride.
That dish was delish. Thank you, Wonkettes, and the ghosts of Wonkettes past.
Betcha five bucks TFG takes credit for China releasing 3 Americans detained there, saying it's only because he said he was gonna "GET TOUGH" with them.
My Pro-Tip about cranberry sauce is to make it a day ahead and reheat it day of. Because much like stews and other assorted mishmash type foodstuffs, the flavor improves with a little age.
Also I use real maple syrup and brown sugar. More depth of flavor.
Oooh! I first heard this song when I was a kid and there was a movie about a Down Syndrome man and it had Dennis Quaid. I can't remember the name of it, but I loved that movie. It was so sweet.
Going out to dinner with the only family I have, my long-suffering husband. Christ, he's Christ-like in his acceptance of my endless weirdness.
I make a raw cranberry-orange relish. Usually I soak the dates with a vanilla bean, but RN I only have vanilla bean powder. I use Ceylon cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, allspice, fresh ground cardamom and cloves, a little NM chile, organic cranberries, and mandarins. I make it in the food processor attachment of the stick blender. It's amazing.
This post is perfect and is putting me in the mood to take on the Everest that is prepping a Thanksgiving meal for my family. THANK YOU!!!
That picture of Nixon is evergreen...or everred, as the case may be.
You can add whatever to the sauce. 50% brown sugar. Cointreau ! Chopped candied ginger. Blood orange ,orange. Etc. Yum. AND. My loaded snickerdoodles. Handful of shredded coconut, macadamias, butterscotch morsels, AND some dried cranberry’s I like them tart with a little extra cream of tarter. NEVER the same recipe
We are going down to Reno on Friday to daughter in laws family’s gathering. Perfectly normal compared to my relatives right wing chaos.
Happy Holidays my fellow Wonkers!!
"why else would we eat that Jell-o'd aspic glob from the can?"
With apologies and respect, that was what I was raised on and that is the hill I will die on.
is that the stuff that farts when you pour it out of the can?
Okay, gotta go. Down to trim and changing out some two prong electrical outlets that had no ground today. Pretty soon, I have to figure out what to do with this house...
Gun turrets are getting popular.
After hubs and I married I took to calling Thanksgiving the "holiday from hell". This was the holiday spent with his dysfunctional family. One year we decided to have it at our place in San Francisco and hubs had to go back and forth 4 times to both get and return his parents to the east bay. We had a little pickup at the time and no room for both at the same time and his brother refused to bring one of them. This was the year that Bill Clinton became president and my SIL came over and said to me "I hate the Clintons, don't you?" I knew at that moment that Thanksgiving would be the holiday from hell for a long time. Now we go out with a friend. We like it that way.
Mrs. Thors and I bought a house together when we were still just dating persons, and after we did so, we decided to make ALL HER MAMAS RECIPES for Thanksgiving, and adding on a fried turkey (my first). Things got off to a rocky start, because I am in the kitchen trying to prep the turkey fryer which I had watched NUMEROUS youtube videos about and I confidently began pouring five gallons of peanut oil into the device.... and a light yellow puddle starts spreading across the countertop. I furiously look for the stupid fucking drain valve that some asshole had left open and the manufacturer decided to hide behind a tiny door on the back of the fucking thing, and FINALLY got it to stop glug glug glugging eighty bucks worth of peanut oil onto my counter.... meanwhile, EERBODY is out in the garage getting their drink on and I am all using every single towel in the kitchen cleaning up Charles Schultz' jizz from my countertops... her redneck son what brought over the turkey fryer says, "the way to get those towels clean is to put them in the washer and put some gasoline in there"..... so, anyway, we had advertised that we would be eating at four p.m. and Mrs. Thors sister shows up at about ten til, walks in without knocking, sits down in the recliner and loudly proclaims, "Who the FUCK invites people over for dinner at 4 and dinner ISN'T READY YET!!!" at which time, Mrs. Thors rushes over and slaps the absolute SHIT out of her sister, bit of a catfight and Mrs. Thors shouting GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU BITCH!... the sister left her grandson on his knees in my front yard crying his eyes out.... anyway, due to all the strange people in the house, the two big dogs got into a fight, one bit the other's ear and it bled and bled and bled, dog by the front door shaking it's head and blood spattering the wall.... meanwhile, finally got all the food done cooking and we ate at 9 p.m.... My sister shows up for a visit the next morning and I open the door and she sees the wall and says, "is that her sister's blood?"
yeah, it was the holiday from hell that year... but my cooking has improved, as have relationships and her sister joined us for a lovely thanksgiving dinner last Saturday and it was done at 3:45, just to be sure. :)
"Holiday from hell"?? That sounds AWESOME!!
the kid with the "just throw some gasoline in the washer with them" had another bout of 'hold my beer'... we were all partying in the garage, and it was BALLS cold outside, so we just had the door cracked because smokers and whatnot and suddenly my leather jacket started feeling REALLY warm all of a sudden. I get up and take a look and this asshole had lit off a 4 burner gas grill in my garage as a "space heater".... without telling ANYONE. asshole.
I just LOVE that story!!!
I host a 'family' thanksgiving that's actually all friends and their kids.
Nearly 30 of us. And I don't need to worry that any of them will come and tell me they are really happy about Trump.
Nothing says you need to include assholes, you can pick your family. I did.
Hub's side is the conservative side. We don't do much with them now thank Bastet.
I asked my middle son (pretty much the only liberal non-MAGAt in my family who are still back in the States, and doesn't pander to the MAGAts like my other sons do just to stay in their grandparents' good graces) yesterday what their plans were for Thanksgiving and he said "Fuck that bunch, we're having a 'Friendsgiving' this year" and listed off a bunch of their friends who no longer want anything to do with their families, either. Sounds like it will be a nice time.
We used to do an orphans thanksgiving but a bunch of assholes ruined that for us. We go to my sister's for Christmas. She kept the tradition up after my mom died. It's smaller these days and we don't fill the living room with gifts anymore because we don't give gifts but it's a nice time.
You've EARNED it!
I sure as fuck have!
I miss reading the news.
Local paper, Wonkette, Rachel Monday night.
It's not bad.
I'm getting used to it.
I made this dish for the first Thanksgiving that I lived with Mrs. Callis. I still had a role to play in the kitchen in those days, although those days have passed and it has for some time now been the desmesne of my blushing bride.
That dish was delish. Thank you, Wonkettes, and the ghosts of Wonkettes past.
I made it last year, and it was just a bit tart for our tastes. I added some extra sugar. :)
Sweeten to taste!
Betcha five bucks TFG takes credit for China releasing 3 Americans detained there, saying it's only because he said he was gonna "GET TOUGH" with them.
That's a sucker's bet.
And of course, he stopped the War in Lebanon, too, with a wave of his Red #5 tie...
I decline.
My Pro-Tip about cranberry sauce is to make it a day ahead and reheat it day of. Because much like stews and other assorted mishmash type foodstuffs, the flavor improves with a little age.
Also I use real maple syrup and brown sugar. More depth of flavor.
Can she bake a cherry pie,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Can she bake a cherry pie,
charmin' Billy?
Oooh! I first heard this song when I was a kid and there was a movie about a Down Syndrome man and it had Dennis Quaid. I can't remember the name of it, but I loved that movie. It was so sweet.
mumble . . .mumble. . . mumble
"She's a fine girl who is not like your mother"
Hey! I said NO FOOD FIGHTS, Billy!!!....
Never sounded better than it did on 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠. Red Garland could even make this song sound hip.
We sang it with Granny when we were wee pundits.
Pundettes!
Pundtlings.
Monkey Brane Klezmer Time!
The Crew looking like they are going to mayhem. They mayhemed while I dreamed about being a grunt in combat against N. Koreans before I woke up.
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Yeah, this is a repeat because I didn't know a new article came up. Sue me if this never happens to you.
Your office wouldn't happen to be situated under an active volcano, would it?
no
I don't need to. I have a Bechtel/Lockheed Strategic/Military Class Irony Meter.
They're obviously plotting some outrage.
They were running back and forth on the bed like a herd of bison for hours.
KITTY MADNESS!!1!
I usually do the same ingredients but boil it on the stove because of the oven space issue you mention.
This is my favorite Ken Layne recipe by far.