Thursday muse
Cool outside, 49°F and autumn, fall is here. An ibuprofen for a backache is the bad news, but the good news is my first magic mug of hot & black from the shipment of club coffee that arrived in Wednesday's mail, and the rest of a biscuit started last evening, soaked in Steen's pure cane syrup. Whether cane or maple, I use syrup very slowly, this is my last bottle of four ordered at least a couple years ago. I gave Robert one at the Time.
The reason I'm able to have this food conversation is that written instructions and pharmacists' advice say take ibuprofen with food, because it can damage the stomach. A huge bottle from Sam's, it's here in the first place as a last resort against the sciatica episode I had in the spring. Ibuprofen is an NSAID, a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug, which I have no idea what that's all about.
Thursday: 12 noon today, Linda and Kristen have Thanksgiving Dinner with Malinda at Pruitt Health out Jenks Avenue. They only allow two guests with the resident, so I'll wait in the lobby then drive Linda to a one-thirty appointment just a few blocks away, down Baldwin.
Look, I had in mind mulling over the lectionary readings for upcoming Christ the King Sunday, but the subject is already food, so might as well stick with it, seeing Thanksgiving Day is one week away.
TJCC and Kristen are coming for Thanksgiving Dinner, the who's cooking which dish assignments are pretty much agreed except for The Turkey. We've agreed (Linda has agreed, I've given up my ongoing fight for a thirty pound turkey at least for the moment) on a fourteen pound turkey and I'll be looking for an extra dark meat half-turkey of leg and thigh because the thigh is my favorite. White breast meat for turkey sandwich later, but dark meat turkey thigh for TG dinner, nomesane?
Not sure who'll be in charge of roasting the turkey this year, or whether it'll be splayed or baked rightside up or upside down. But I've assembled key ingredients for my oyster dressing: two quarts of oysters and the oyster liquid, a half-bag of Pepperidge Farms bread crumb dressing, an egg, butter, there's cream; I'm thinking to mix in saltine cracker crumbs, or maybe layer the casserole dish with saltines. Options depending on availability and spur of the moment may include roasted salted pecans, water chestnuts for crunchy.
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The pic is where Beach Drive crosses Harrison Avenue, when Harrison Avenue was nice and wide and either concrete or paved with crushed oyster shells, and not someone's fantasy about how narrow and brick-paved it should have been but never was, not going there. The cars I can ID are Model T Fords. White on the left is the Commercial Bank building. Directly across the street, the red brick building is Sudduth Realty promoting property in Bunkers Cove, the corner building that was Les Gilbert's Bar and Grill my growing up years; another picture below of that same building.
The first car I cannot ID. The car behind it is a Model T Ford, which ceased production with the 1927 year model, with wooden spoke wheels, the pictured car is before that, as, my father told me, the 1927 Model T had wire wheels.
Eighty-nine years of age and two places of my heart: Panama City and Apalachicola although my favorite large cities are Seattle, San Francisco, and Sydney, NSW Australia. Add Newport, RI to my list of favorites - - in the spring, summer, and fall; not the Rhode Island winter though.
Anyway, Right Shoe First & PTL
T89&c