It Was Good
I'm pleasantly tired.
Good Auntie & Uncle left a couple of hours ago. We spent most of the day walking about at local parks (including Schaar's Bluff, of course) and making/eating food! We all painted & dyed eggs before they left, too. As always, don't bother giving me an apron, it still gets all over me. I'm like a little kid, and oblivious to the gorp & glop anyway. I haven't dyed eggs for years. It was a blast!
A brief rundown:
There was my lovely onion/mushroom/cheese un-omelette, toast, fried Granny apple w/cinnamon & brown sugar, strawberries and Sumatran roast for breakfast.
We had a simple (canned) tuna sammich with lettuce & maters, on a nice sourdough that had been lightly toasted, with sides of baby carrots & sweet pickles (homemade, from a friend), for lunch.
I seasoned up the turkey, tossed it into a pan and let it roast while Uncle peeled taters.
Then we headed off to another park. I wasn't feeling very well (stupid fricking allergies! omg I'm tired of this shit) so we went home a bit early-- but not before we saw a Lamborghini that was a ludicrously awful shade of orange. Hmmm. A Lambo in MN? Why bother? You can only drive it a couple months out of the year, plus you're a target for tickets-- and guessing at the probable age of the drivers, unpleasant stereotypes, too. On the other hand, the sweet little Porsche Ceyenne Turbo S made me want to do a triple-rubber-neck. Oooh! It doesn't look like an SUV, it looks like a slightly bigger version of some tough little foreign cars. I mean, it's not like a Cooper-- but it's really rather small. But Hellfire, that little bastard can go! Can anyone say V-8 and 550 horsies? *drool, drool* Harrumph. It's not even remotely affordable for me, nor would I be driving it in this useless 6-months-of-winter state. One can't even stretch her legs out right-proper. Hmmf. Anyway.
I forgot all about the greenbean casserole, because we all were bullshitting. Oh Well. I did make the cranberry sauce (from scratch) in a flash, then cooled it off with a pan of ice water underneath it. A handy can of French sliced green beans were nuked as a last Huzzah. Mashed taters were perfect, and I don't have a clue how I did it. Usually I get these interesting lumps... Maybe the secret is the hot milk? Maybe it's pre-mashing the taters, before adding anything.
The cherry cha-cha tasted similar, but not exact, to Issie's-- Issie used her own preserved tart cherries, though. Nothing like the canned crap we are more or less forced to get. But it was still good.
And now... I am sleepy & full, and still a little ill, so I need to rest. I had a very, very nice day off, though.
At last.
Cheers & All