Toad in the Hole
November 27, 2006
Just One Thing I Want to Know
Should I stay or should I go?
It's been one of those blessedly balmy, somehow indecisive weeks until today. Today it got cold and it rained, the sort of hard-edged, chilly winter rain that says Yes it's finally time to put the Aloha shirts in the attic (except for a strategic few, kept handy for Aloha Sundays at Templebar) and bring down the sweaters.
We had a nice Thanksgiving (Thank you, Kathy A!) and I hope you did too. In spite of getting stood up for dinner the Tuesday before by a couple of people, we got that renewed faith in humanity thing done by having TG dinner with Kate and Gene; they pulled it off in spite of the fact that they were squatting in their (vacationing) landlords' flat while Kate painted the walls of theirs and the floor got refinished. Gene has a policy of Anything But Turkey; this year it was guinea fowl. A new species for us, and quite tasty -- not quite just like chicken.
Yes we toasted the downfalls of Pombo and Santorum.
We did that again Saturday, when Mona and Dick hosted a potluck. More great food, including smoked turkey smuggled from North Carolina, a nice torta Espagnola, and some great pumpkin bread. Several of us ended up in the kitchen laughing halfway to tears about the auld days at Chaparral House, and then trying to explain it all to the people at the party who weren't veterans of that particular bloody campaign. (Chaparral House is the nursing home Joe's mother was in, with which we're still involved as volunteer garden mavens, and another friend in that kitchen, Kathy, is now on the board of directors.)
And now I guess it's really winter.Posted at November 27, 2006 04:22 AM
it has gotten chilly and wet! glad you had a good thanksgiving.
that's great that you and joe and friends are involved with chapparal house. it sounds like a wonderful place, and wish i'd known of it, back when i cared for my grandmother in the '90's. she spent 6 years in a nursing home, and holy cow, it is coming up on 10 years since she died...
yep, winter is here.
Posted by: kathy a at November 27, 2006 05:37 AM
how exactly does one smuggle a smoked turkey from n.c.? hypothetically. packed in checked luggage, or braving the carry-on baggage rules plus x-ray? do you suppose the drug sniffing dogs are well-enough trained to ignore a freaking smoked turkey? my mind is running amok, what with the cold and darkness and all.
Posted by: kathy a at November 27, 2006 05:43 AM
I spent most of the weekend answering that question (should I stay or should I go; I picked "go") . . .
winter has not yet really arrived here, though it should have. It's going to be 60 degrees again today, and it should be about 30.
Posted by: narya at November 28, 2006 11:33 AM
Sounds like a splendid time. More toasts up here, too.
Now I just have to figure out how to get the guavas into the ground without killing them.
Posted by: Pica at November 28, 2006 02:54 PM
Kathy: For values of "smuggled" that include bragging to the security guys about what you have. Hey, it's actually legal -- it's meat, but not from outside the US, and it's going to California but it's not a plant.
I suspect it helps to be a charming jovial twinkly grandmother and a kick-ass activist psychologist, too.
Posted by: Ron at November 29, 2006 06:04 AM