Belated Thanksgiving

Mary and I went over to Mom's today and Fred joined us, too, for a belated Thanksgiving. Mom and I had a hard time getting our act together. It didn't get any better when Mom opened the bottle of wine I'd brought! I drank too much of it and ended up with a headache--argh! Alcohol and I just don't mix.

Jo did a very interesting therapy on my last night called Cranialsacral Therapy. Afterwards my tailbone (ie, sacral) area felt so much better! But today my hips hurt me a lot. I'll be so glad when I figure out what's wrong--or at least when it goes away. Unexplainable, fairly constant pain is no fun. You find that you want to talk about it all the time--and no one wants to listen to that. I certainly wouldn't! Anyway, it took me forever to get over to Mom's because of dealing with the pain in my hips. I do find that distraction is a good thing, so it was good to go to Mom's house. I also hate working in Mary's kitchen because the counter is too high and she doesn't have a kitchen table. Someday I will have a kitchen of my own with a good table in it! Isn't that a funny thing to have on your wish list?

Mom mostly took care of the turkey breast. I'd brought an oven bag, so she allowed me to cook it in her convection oven. I was so happy about that. I mean, we spent so much money on it and it had a special setting just to cook a turkey breast! How cool is that? You put in the weight and it figures out the time and temperature. Mom also took care of the stuffing, but I had to help out with the seasonings a bit because she still can't taste properly. I made two Sweet Potato-Butternut Squash Pies, which I never got to taste. Fred said it tasted good. I ended up giving him one of them. Mom thinks I'm crazy but I can't help giving him food. I know he appreciates it. Well, he'd better! I also made a coffee pie--sort of. I knocked the baked crust on the floor as I was reaching for an ingredient for the filling. So we kind of pieced what was left together in a smaller container and I pour some filling in there and some in a pie pan without the crust and baked meringue on both of them. Fred said it tasted wonderful, so I was very pleased about that. It's my own recipe and I'd like to enter it in the State Fair next summer.

Fred mashed the potatoes, which is always his job. I fixed up the coleslaw after Mom sliced the cabbage paper-thin--as only she can do. I put Umi plum vinegar and olive oil on it and Mom kept saying it didn't taste right, but Fred and I thought it was delicious. Mom had made delicious cranberry sauce. I think that was about it. Oh, no, I also made a loaf of "Fastest Yeast Bread" from Mark Bittman's "How to Cook Everything." It rose a bit too much and then sank a bit, but it tasted quite yummy! I couldn't quit eating it, unfortunately. This is all reminding me that I haven't put away the leftovers that Mom sent home with me--and Mary's jingling her bells. Gotta go!