Turkey Roll:
Thaw in fridge 24 hours, per instructions on package. Take still frozen turkey out, stuff in large iron frying pan, stick in 350˚F oven for prescribed two hours. Wait five hours for indicator button to pop up.
Vacuum, dust, clean floors. Clean bathroom, pick up socks and dishes from hidden corners, dismay cat who'd just gotten the apartment properly furred.
Apple Stuff:
Peel and core and dissect whole bag of apples, taking over an hour, mix in bowl with oatmeal, crushed graham crackers, sugar and cinnamon, while D does hand therapy and shares the crossword with me. Instead of tried and true method of 15 minutes in microwave, put in with recalcitrant turkey roll. Burn half, salvage the rest.
Realize I have not eaten, shake and get irritable. Ask D to make lunch, then push him aside to find leftover chicken and remaining lettuce, and force ourselves to sit and watch Michael Palin's New Europe while eating. Apologize for irritability.
Yams with Pineapple:
Bake yams. Burn hands removing peel. Mash with pineapple juice from can, add cinnamon and brown sugar. Put pineapple into flat dish, with more sugar and cinnamon, spoon mashed yams over. Realize it's too soon to cook, joyfully find unsuspected roll of aluminum foil, cover dish, clean fridge sufficiently to place dish there. Hope not to forget to actually cook it.
Open windows for five minutes to encourage fresh air.
Veggie Tray:
Shun expensive and dry prepackaged veggie trays from store. Get bags of celery, baby carrots, red and green bell peppers. With southwest and ranch store dip. Fret over not being able to prepare this for several more hours.
Salsa Rice:
Make rice in rice cooker. Check for sufficient, large container, cooking salsa, without cilantro. Clean large iron frying pan from turkey cooking, (Turkey now in cleaned casserole from burned Apple Stuff, Apple stuff in large bowl what I made years ago but isn't oven safe. Covered in previously discovered aluminum foil.) Heat rice with butter to avoid sticking, add salsa, heat and thoroughly mix, cover with griddle, let sit. (Not before 5pm.)
Consider how little green is available. Find frozen spinach, wonder where to find another pan to steam it with. Decide to wait.
Soon, I will let this all go, and just play Munchkin, or Illuminati, or Gotham Horror. I don't believe in Pot Luck. I want to host, if anyone goes away hungry, it won't be for lack of trying on my part. I'm not a great cook, but it's edible, except for the burned Apple Stuff that is down the disposal anyway. Beer for those as likes it. Tea. Seltzer, Dr. Pepper, orange juice. Dishes tomorrow, friends tonight.
D has the game area ready, will take over much, after people show. Moby may put in an appearance, may even allow himself to be adored in trade for some cat therapy.
6 comments:
I like these recipes! I've always felt the cookbook was a very undeveloped literary genre. I wonder if anyone's ever tried to write a whole novel with recipes like this?
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Wow! Right, off to breakfast...
Hoped they helped with the washing up afterwards.
dave, I think there have been recipe novels, though I could not give you a title.
dick, yup having leftovers for breakfast now.
herhimnbryn, I would not let them. Terribly inconvenient kitchen, little room for more than one. And it's not like we sat down at a table with place settings. Mostly it was a plate with fork and glass each. ND stayed to chat, as I did the washing up. D's hand is not steady enough to wash glasses and plates.
Our friends have sleep schedule issues. Eleven is pretty late for us. K crashed on the floor, we gave her a pillow and threw blankets over her. Moby came and sat among us, or walked around under us, quite forgiving us for de-furring the apartment.
I think I have sleep schedule issues too.
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