This has been
a busy week for ‘ol Curmudgeon. I’ve
taken the entire week off from work.
On Sunday
morning, early, early, early, I packed up the pooch and headed to the beach to
visit my best friend of thirty-three years.
We headed out
to Home Depot to purchase Christmas lights (for me) and a rosemary bush (for
her) to add a holiday fragrance to her new home. She decided she needed new lights for her
house as well. A beautiful, pre-lit Christmas
tree caught her fancy, too.
We took our
loot back to the house and then we slopped up on the sofa and the lounger and
watched a movie. Later, after we’d
caught some ZZZ’s, we got gussied up and went out for a steak dinner.
On Monday
night, we headed out for a buffet dinner with her ex-husband and his wife, her
son and his new girlfriend, her daughter-in-law, her niece and nephew and a
couple of neighbors. And, yes, we pigged
out big time.
I left for
home the following day with Sophie, the dog, in tow. You never really appreciate how wonderful
home is until you’ve gone away and return.
It’s not called Home Sweet Home for nothin’.
Wednesday, I
went to the grocery store to pick up the fruits and vegetables I would need for
the feast on Thursday. I prepared what I
could in advance and left the chaos for Thanksgiving morning.
Enter Food
Coma Day. Family and friends gathered at
Casa de Curmudgeon to enjoy an appetizer of baked spinach dip in bread. The main course consisted of roasted
turkey, sausage dressing, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole,
bacon wrapped green beans, deviled eggs with bacon, baked cranberry sauce and
corn muffins with honey butter.
Then everyone
retired to the TV room for the obligatory football game. On the bar were the desserts I had made on Wednesday: apple butter pumpkin pie, banana nut bread
and fruited ambrosia.
I tried to get
a handle on cleaning up the devastation at the table and in the kitchen. I swear, I think I heard pants buttons
pinging off the walls. I wasn’t sure
until I heard someone say, “My God, you almost put my eye out.”
Now, after all
that, if you think I’m leaving my humble abode to mix and mingle with the
masses for Black Friday you’ve got another think coming.
I’ve got to
pull out all my Christmas decorations, decorate the house inside and out and
address my Christmas cards.
Hope your Food
Coma Day was bountiful and blessed.
