Well!. Turkey's ordered. I made a calculated guess this year going for a modest size bird instead of the Emu I normally buy. I thought it would be a good idea to put pork with the turkey instead of a mountain of the stuff on the plate and since the people coming to dinner don't eat much anyway, I reckon there will be more than enough as usual.
My hubby had a sulk when the mention of money came into the equation, questioning me in the shop as to whether we need all the paraphernalia of accessory meats such as sausage and bacon -- well, of course you do, who's he kidding! I may not be able to eat but I don't want the family coming out in sympathy of my pathetic small bowl of soup, at least give me the pleasure of cooking for my tribe on the most gluttonous day of the year.
I've been watching all those programmes on TV, Y'know the ones where they cook loads of different stuff and give you new ideas about how to cook the goose without setting fire to the oven and little hor d'oeuvres, Horses doofers, as we call them! Anyway, it's amazing what you can do with left overs. I made for the deli stall at the local supermarket after watching a chef make a soup with some smelly cheese. The outcome was watching my family walking away with the trolley, fact is the cheese was so strong it followed them up the isle. At the checkout we were the only ones checking out whilst all the other checkouts were buzzing. I still can't get the smell out of my car-- it has an aroma of foul smelling sweaty socks.
I might omit the stuff from an otherwise digestible sounding soup.
So turkey taken care of and carpet coming on the 13th, Wow! I just realised it's only 11 days away. Still no stairs, ceiling or front door. I think my priorities are elsewhere other than festive fare. Yikes! Roll on Dec 3rd