“After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.” ― Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance
“If more of us valued food, [wine] and cheer above hoarded gold, it would be a much merrier world.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien
“The only time to eat diet food is while you're waiting for the steak to cook.” ― Julia Child
Well, well, well...well, well, well, well, well... Post thanksgiving, post abismal black friday (you may not have noticed, but I am not a big fan of crowding into a store with 5 million other people at 5 am), and pre weekend chores leaves us all (hopefully) in that wonderful state of mind where peace reigns and happiness shines from every pore. Your nearest and dearest relatives that you don't see but once every year at holidays may even notice! You may say that God is in the heavens and all is best in this best of all worlds.
For those of you on a diet, I applaud you. If you can resist the moist, juicy turkey; sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, beets, honeyed ham, rolls, sweet rolls, wheat rolls, asparagus, stuffing, chicken, and salad your will is as of iron. Then to pass up the pumpkin pie, chocolate cake, cherry pie, apple pie and ice cream; well it is beyond me. For all of those people who can resist, I had two portions to make up for it. This is one day when we should all set aside our diferences to show that all men, regardless of race, color, gender, and creed love a good meal (with lots of calories!)
So now we get to enjoy leftover turkey, turkey soup, turkey sandwiches, and all of the myriad of turkey combinations until the corpse is picked clean. By monday I'll be ready to not have turkey for another year. Until then, I'll continue to gorge!
But, this a gardening blog, not a food one, so now for the yard update. Most of the winter plantings are slowly progressing. Someone planted them a month late so they are behind where I wanted them to be, but should be ready for eating by the end of December.
The fence and front yard are progressing, but due to very windy, rainy weather it is progressing a little slower than foretold. It should be wrapped up next weekish or there abouts. Every year I forget how little I enjoy looking out the window that the almost dead and leafless plants and rain and clouds and dreariness. Oh well, spring is coming!