This is fun!

Little friends of every size, I highly recommend spending a few minutes with Anna!

https://anroworld.wordpress.com/2017/02/11/snow-i-fun-time-series/

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Happy Birthday

He is a hundred years old by common reckoning, way beyond his prime. Still he soldiers on, lifted and buffeted by the winds of various fortune. Some good. Some bad. Being so long in the tooth has given him an enhanced and different perspective, he thinks, as only age can.

Only in his dotage did his dreams bring him to this. His dreams and the government’s. The implanting of desire. Any and all desire, for the asking. The chip cost 57 credits and was yours to keep, implant and enjoy for as long as it lasted, typically a day, 24 hours.

A chips was the size and shape of a thumbnail, but flat black on one side, gleaming gold on the other, the contact surface. Pressed against the neck by the palm until the “rush” set in, the hard-coded story or  dream pumping through his cerebral cortex, vivid to his eyes.

Dreams of JFK. Searching back for a presumed more “innocent” time in history. But of course no time in history was ever truly innocent. Still it felt innocent to him and that’s all that mattered – 19 May 1962.

I don’t necessarily agree with everything said in this story from The Guardian, but it has the basic chronology right and that video is still striking today.

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/nov/03/happy-birthday-mr-president-the-story-of-marilyn-monroe-and-that-dress

And…

Like a bell calling across the waters.


 

Our life together is so precious together,

We have grown – we have grown,

Although our love is still special,

Let’s take our chance and fly away

Somewhere alone

 

It’s been so long since we took the time,

No-one’s to blame

My the time flies so quickly

But when I see you darling

It’s like we both are falling in love again

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Every day we used to make it love,

Why can’t we be making love nice and easy

It’s time to spread our wings and fly

Don’t let another day go by my love

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Why don’t we take off alone

Take a trip somewhere far, far away

We’ll be together all alone again

Like we used to in the early days

Well, well, darling,

 

It’s been so long since we took the time

No-one’s to blame

My the time flies so quickly

But when I see you darling

It’s like we both are falling in love again

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Our life together

Is so precious together

We have grown – we have grown

Although our love

Is still special

Starting over

 

Let’s take a chance and fly away somewhere alone

So I Did This…

 

Old Fashioned Buttermilk Fried Chicken

https://youtu.be/jbjg6w5taGU

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(from video)

“Today we show you how to make Old Fashioned Buttermilk Fried Chicken Crispy and Delicious

“Been making it like this for my whole life and it is very easy and cheap to make… If you looking for a crowd pleasing Fried Chicken recipe look no further..”

Ingredients

  • 3 Cups Flour
  • 1 tablespoon Salt
  • 1 tablespoon Pepper
  • 1 tablespoon Garlic powder (Not Garlic Salt)
  • (I added cayenne pepper)

Marinade

  • 3 Cups Buttermilk
  • 3 Tablespoons Hot Sauce ( I used Texas Pete Red Hot Sauce )
  • (I added cayenne pepper)

Brown Gravy

https://youtu.be/9_hQXJmleHo

The Noonan household greeted this news variously.

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Some Happy
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Some Crazy
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Some Straight-Up Weird!

But over all positive!! (despite what it looks like)

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Thanksgiving 2016

I decided to cook Thanksgiving dinner this year. I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe being between jobs at the moment has left me feeling a bit like a freeloader in the household. Though, on the plus side of unemployment, the dishes and laundry are always done and I’ve been getting to the gym a lot. I’d include a photo of my physique, but this is a post about Thanksgiving food and I don’t want to put anyone off their leftovers!

Ever since I earned a Cooking merit badge in the Boy Scouts by cooking a steak with sautéed mushrooms and onions, I’ve always considered myself a decent cook. I can whip up a dish or two here and there and I have my standbys like cheese sauce and crock pot chili, but if you complimented me on any of those dishes I would insist that I’m not the kind of cook who can prepare a whole meal or keep a group of people alive for very long (I’m nothing if not self-deprecating and also not useful at all if you’re putting together a group for your next nature survival trek).

But whatever the reason, I decided to do it this year and I even found some handy recipes at the local grocery store!

For the main course, I chose a maple-thyme dry-brined recipe that sounded easy enough to pull off. No fancy stuffing, roasting techniques, or anything. I mixed up the thyme, salt, pepper, and maple syrup mixture, slathered it all over the turkey and stuck it in a giant Ziploc baggie in the fridge two days before.

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Before
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After

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Of course there had to be shrimp! The shrimp were from the store but the cocktail sauce is my secret recipe (I’ll give you a hint, it involves horseradish)!

 

 

I had intended to take photos at each stage of the process but trying to get a turkey and three side dishes cooked and finished at the same time consumed all of my attention. I did manage to get a photo of my plate!

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Pictured: Chicken Sausage Stuffing, Mashed Potato Casserole, Roasted Butternut Squash with Parmesan Cheese, Spiced Port Cranberry Sauce. Not pictured: Turkey Broth Gravy.

And then I sat down and experienced something I’d heard from nearly every woman I’ve ever known who cooked a huge meal for friends and family; I wasn’t enthusiastic about eating. The food smelled good, looked good, and I had poured myself into the preparation and cooking and I should have been starved, but I just picked at my plate. Don’t get me wrong, everything tasted fine. There was just some internal balance between the effort that went to making it and the taste on my plate that was off. Cook’s remorse maybe?

Anyway, everyone else raved about the meal so I shouldn’t complain. I mean, I should be “thankful,” right?!

Turns out this cook’s remorse thing is short-lived because the next day when I went to make a leftover snack, everything tasted wonderful! And after all, isn’t that the true meaning of Thanksgiving: leftovers!

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