Friday morning, in Arlington. I have tea,
cattitude has coffee, and
adrian_turtle is still asleep. When I'm done posting this, I will go into the kitchen and have leftover turkey and orange-cranberry relish for breakfast.
The trip up on Wednesday was pleasant; we spent the train ride chatting with the people we happened to be sitting across from, who were friendly and interesting, not at all the worry or stereotype of the person who strikes up a conversation on the train.
Cooking Thursday went well: the three of us work well together in the kitchen (and in cozy reading-aloud in the living room, and so on). Cattitude is really happy with how the glazed onions came out; the turkey was fine (although I damaged a thumbnail in dismantling the carcass so it could go in the freezer for later soup-making); the stuffing didn't work quite as well as usual, and next time I may cook the rice for it in broth instead of water; and I remembered the relish before we started eating, thus breaking a string before it became seriously traditional. I'm still prone to fretting about timing and such, which happened both on the trip up and as we finished the cooking yesterday, but nothing actually went wrong.
Have had pleasant email with
rysmiel and brief useful email with
roadnotes and
pnh. It's rainy out, and we may go to a small museum this afternoon.
The trip up on Wednesday was pleasant; we spent the train ride chatting with the people we happened to be sitting across from, who were friendly and interesting, not at all the worry or stereotype of the person who strikes up a conversation on the train.
Cooking Thursday went well: the three of us work well together in the kitchen (and in cozy reading-aloud in the living room, and so on). Cattitude is really happy with how the glazed onions came out; the turkey was fine (although I damaged a thumbnail in dismantling the carcass so it could go in the freezer for later soup-making); the stuffing didn't work quite as well as usual, and next time I may cook the rice for it in broth instead of water; and I remembered the relish before we started eating, thus breaking a string before it became seriously traditional. I'm still prone to fretting about timing and such, which happened both on the trip up and as we finished the cooking yesterday, but nothing actually went wrong.
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