Happy Thanksgiving from the US

Dinner scenes.


Table without food.


Cornbread dressing, Cornish hens, mac and cheese, blend of black-eyed peas and purple hull peas, broccoli, mashed potatoes and gravy, rolls, cranberry sauce, Tom and Tim had wine, we had water, and Debby brought her own tea. I think that’s the menu.


Me, Tim, Debby, Tom
Tim had to help me figure out how to use my own camera because I have pandemic brain. Also, lives may have been threatened in the taking of a group shot. But aren’t threats a traditional family Thanksgiving activity?

Button Sunday

Sometimes I post #foodgrams on Instagram. But during the month of October, I haven’t, because instead I’ve been posting photos of the Eleventh Earl of Houndstooth, Lord Cuttlebone. I try not to post more than one or two things a day there (it’s where a lot of dog photos and coloring photos go, too).

Lucky blog readers, because here are a few of the October meals of Houndstooth Hall that I randomly shot so I could remember that I do actually cook. Some of our takeout meals are also included. We don’t eat at restaurants during The Time of Corona.


Chili! Unlike Texans, I include kidney beans in my chili. I used to never eat chili until Timmy told me that sour cream is a great topping for it. I will do anything to find a way to eat more sour cream. Then after Harvey, Lynne taught us the trick of putting it over Fritos. So I either serve it with cornbread, or in this case, Fritos. Frito pie! This was a dinner and a couple of lunches for Tom and me.


Country-fried steak with rice and gravy, squash, salad, and corn on the cob. Normally that meal wouldn’t have corn on the cob, but it was eat it or watch it go bad.


This is baked hen, cornbread dressing, leftover rice from a prior meal, green beans, and salad. There was lots of hen left, and it went into chicken and dumplings, chicken sandwiches, and there’s still some in the freezer for what will probably be the next pot of chicken and dumplings.


This is a takeout breakfast burrito from Tacos A Go Go. I’ll eat this for dinner when Tom is in the mood for Mexican food, because I can order it non-spicy. This has eggs, cheese, potatoes, refried beans, and spinach.


Roast beef with potatoes and carrots (all cooked in the crock pot with a can of cream of onion soup that adds flavor and makes a gravy), salad, yeast rolls, and zucchini. Tim belongs to a food delivery service where they deliver all the ingredients in a kit for food preparation. Anytime his meals come with squash, zucchini, or cucumbers, he gives those to us because he doesn’t eat them. This zucchini was sautéd and delicious. Thanks, Tim!


Takeout cheeseburger and fries from Little Bitty Burger Barn.


Homemade Tex Mex. Chips and queso, and tortillas loaded with refried beans, taco-seasoned ground pork, and black olives topped with lettuce, tomato, and sour cream. That pork was another donation from Tim. He doesn’t eat pork and forgot to order ground turkey in place of it in one of his meal kits.


NOTHING goes to waste at the Hall. This is a big pot of soup made in the crockpot from leftovers. I keep a gallon zipper bag in the freezer, and every bit of leftovers goes into it until there’s enough for soup. This served not only Tom and me for a couple of days’ dinners and lunches, but I also sent soup and cornbread to Tim and Debby. Offhand, I think this contains these leftovers: roast, tomato meat sauce (from a spaghetti meal), rice, Rice R Roni, carrots, potatoes, navy beans, green beans, corn, black-eyed peas, stewed tomatoes, and kale.


Tomato meat sauce over bowtie pasta with garlic bread and salad. This is not the meat sauce that went in the soup. This actually was all devoured by Tom and me for dinner and lunches over a few days.


Another time we had takeout, this time from Chipotle. Most of their stuff is too spicy for me, but I can control that on a salad like this one. This has a mix of lettuces, spinach, corn salsa, pinto beans, and steak strips, topped with sour cream and shredded cheese.


This is a brunch tray I made for myself to eat while I was writing. I was using up the rest of a bag of broken potato chips; usually I’d have Triscuits instead. Then there’s hummus, celery, cucumbers (from Tim’s meal kit!), apple slices, a tangerine, and sharp cheddar cheese slices.


Homemade fish feast! Okay, the fish filets are Gorton’s, but other than that, this is all homemade: fries, hushpuppies, coleslaw, and corn on the cob (once again, had to use that corn before it went bad). I was STUFFED after this.

These are just a few of the meals we’ve eaten, and though they seem to have a lot of meat, we actually have reduced our meat consumption. We don’t have meat at every meal, and the meat we do eat is usually spread over several meals, so we’re eating it in smaller quantities.

Less meat is part of an overall effort to be mindful of climate change and ways we can help, along with: recycling, keeping our energy-efficient cars in good condition and using them efficiently, and little or no air travel. We also replaced all our windows with energy efficient windows, keep our thermostat set correctly, have energy-efficient appliances and lightbulbs, and are conservative with our water use. We donate clothes and household items to keep them out of landfills. We’re trying!

Tarnish

There’s an edit at the end of this post.

Tonight I actually DID watch something on TV, The Way I See It. It’s a documentary about the work of Pete Souza, former Chief Official White House Photographer for U.S. Presidents Ronald Reagan and Barack Obama (also he was a former director of the White House Photography Office).

It was so good. I knew I was in trouble when I began crying over photographs taken during the Reagan years. No way would I have made it dry-eyed through the Obama years. So while I watched, I polished some of our silver plate items. I think it’s pretty obvious which are polished and which are not.

There are also more tarnished pieces than are shown here, but hopefully I’ll finish the project this weekend. They can’t go back into the cases in the small dining area until I also remove and wash everything else in there and clean the dust off the shelves. Ugh. Does anyone enjoy dusting?

Meanwhile, I’m working on a short story and the third of my four-novel set. All this activity is a manifestation of pandemic and election season stress. May my writing be like the pile on the left and not the pile on the right. =)

ETA on 10/18: Not perfect, but better. My advice is don’t wait two to three years between polishing.

Fourth Quarter


My NON-writing project for the rest of the year is undertaking this behemoth. That box o’ elephants has a few years worth of mementos that need to go in my scrap books. (My scrap books used to be photo albums/scrap books, but I stopped getting printed photos, and boy, a flood and three computer losses later, that was a bad choice.)

Most of the stuff on the desk goes into Moleskines/journals.

There will be purging, organizing, and completing these piles before the end of the year. I enjoy organizing and having the time to do it.

But writing comes first, so back to it. Current national events have frozen me for days. I’m disconnecting for a while to get a character out of limbo.

In and out

Remember that time on September 8 when I told you the washing machine died?

I have no idea how old our water cooler was. I know we had it in 2001 at The Compound, but that’s about as far back as I can track it. So it was twenty years old or more.

It died.

Hey, new cooler. You have quite the record to beat.

Last week, I recycled another pile (eightish inches this time) of documents from my former job.

At some point around March 10.180 or whatever it is, I colored this.

I personally cannot do everything, but I’ve so far made it through this psychologically hellish week, SO I DID THAT.

Tiny Tuesday!

In the not-so-subconscious preparation to get back to my real desk before doing a huge edit on two manuscripts that won’t happen if I don’t finish the second one, I finished another task.

Dating back to 2016, I’ve bought CDs that have been piled everywhere in stacks, either because I wanted to upload them to my computer music library or because they needed to go into my CD books.

What needed to be uploaded has been, and now they’ve joined the other CDs.

Although some are in sleeves I want to keep them in, so they’ve joined the box of random CD collections (I still have a Frank Sinatra disk missing out of a 4-CD set) and other sleeved music.

This was one of the cool surprises when we moved into Houndstooth Hall: a built-in stereo cabinet that’s connected to speakers in other rooms of the house. We couldn’t believe everything still worked. In winter, if we use the fireplace, we have to keep the door open though, or that cabinet gets a little toasty.

Now what do I do with a sack full of plastic CD jewel cases that aren’t recyclable… Maybe I’ll figure that out by the time I read that book on loan from Timothy J. Lambert or hang my signed Justin Tipton poster. TINY STEPS!

Some things…

I got rid of another stack (nine inches high!) of work documents. I feel lighter and get to recycle paper this way.


This is my big desk where I’m not working right now. I think I’ll be more inclined to return when I get rid of the rest of the records and paperwork from my old job. It’ll be a fresh start! I do miss my wallpaper with my pretty pictures of 49ers quarterback Jimmy Garoppolo. =)

I wrote another poem with a prompt from this book the other day. It may not be readable on this picture. Doesn’t matter.

Hope is the thing with feathers

I’ve wanted for a while to add a small Buddha to Aaron’s Garden. Did that today, and Lisa B, when I went to place it, a feather waited in its spot for you.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Emily Dickinson