The Visible Woman...November 27, 2003

I guess I figured that since I was retired I should contribute something to the feast even if it was two hundred miles away. So I said I'd make a relish tray, deviled eggs, spinach casserole and spaghetti squash.

I have stuffed in the refrigerators in our two rooms at the hotel the following: spinach casserole already made and mostly baked in tupperware; spaghetti squash inards cooked; a bunch of boiled eggs; sliced mushrooms; herbs; raw squash and zucchini and celery, white onion and broccoli, and green onions; parmesan cheese shredded; prepared pimento cheese; a dip I made from cottage cheese, neuchatel cheese and a salad dressing; and butter. I also have a new jar of mayo and mustard, a mixing bowl, knives, jars and cans of olives and pickles.

We get up and I get the vegies sliced up. Dad brings over the eggs, peels them and I mix up finely chopped ripe olives, green onions, mustard, mayo and the yellows with some lemon pepper and white pepper and devil them. I clean up from that and we put all the stuff that needs to be refrigerated back in our ice chest.

At my aunt's little apartment, I get the ice chains and blue ice out of the freezer and put them back in the ice chest to hold the cold stuff. I put the spinach in a glass casserole I borrow from her and start it baking. I heat the spaghetti squash in the microwave and sauteed onions, mushrooms and herbs in butter. I mix this with the squash in a casserole. I put the spinach in a 'hot pack' insulated bag (it has a thing you heat in the microwave) that I borrow from my aunt, too. I put the squash in my insulated bag wrapped in paper. My aunt prepares creamed onions and gets the pies together and off we go in our two cars.

At my cousin's house, I pull out plastic Thanksgiving trays and arrange olives, pickles, stuff celery, dip and vegies.

That really seemed like a lot of logistics, huh? Preparing food in four kitchens, however simple, is a challenge.

Actually eating seems sort of a denouement. Of course, I'm full from eating the egg filling while tasting it.

I wash a bunch of dishes afterward. It was a pleasant meal and I contributed a little to making people eat some vegies.

the pies were prepared yesterday	feast of thanks I'm just glad that I get my contributions prepared without injury or disaster. I guess I figured that since I was retired I should contribute something to the feast even if it was two hundred miles away. So I said I'd make a relish tray, deviled eggs, spinach casserole and spaghetti squash. I have stuffed in the refrigerators in our two rooms at the hotel the following: spinach casserole already made and mostly baked in tupperware; spaghetti squash inards cooked; a bunch of boiled eggs; sliced mushrooms; herbs; raw squash and zucchini and celery, white onion and broccoli, and green onions; parmesan cheese shredded; prepared pimento cheese; a dip I made from cottage cheese, neuchatel cheese and a salad dressing; and butter. I also have a new jar of mayo and mustard, a mixing bowl, knives, jars and cans of olives and pickles. We get up and I get the vegies sliced up. Dad brings over the eggs, peels them and I mix up finely chopped ripe olives, green onions, mustard, mayo and the yellows with some lemon pepper and white pepper and devil them. I clean up from that and we put all the stuff that needs to be refrigerated back in our ice chest. At my aunt's little apartment, I get the ice chains and blue ice out of the freezer and put them back in the ice chest to hold the cold stuff. I put the spinach in a glass casserole I borrow from her and start it baking. I heat the spaghetti squash in the microwave and sauteed onions, mushrooms and herbs in butter. I mix this with the squash in a casserole. I put the spinach in a 'hot pack' insulated bag (it has a thing you heat in the microwave) that I borrow from my aunt, too. I put the squash in my insulated bag wrapped in paper. My aunt prepares creamed onions and gets the pies together and off we go in our two cars. At my cousin's house, I pull out plastic Thanksgiving trays and arrange olives, pickles, stuff celery, dip and vegies. That really seemed like a lot of logistics, huh? Preparing food in four kitchens, however simple, is a challenge. Actually eating seems sort of a denouement. Of course, I'm full from eating the egg filling while tasting it. I wash a bunch of dishes afterward. It was a pleasant meal and I contributed a little to making people eat some vegies.
JUST TYPING Food...the many offerings, the burns and cuts, the successes and failures, the turkey carcass. Then the dishes.
		Food Diary. *breakfast* none *lunch* two plates of food with turkey and turkey stuffed with sausage and smoked turkey and spaghetti squash with mushrooms and spinach casserole and three (I think) deviled eggs and some sweet potato casserole and what else??? It's hard to say but I didn't have rolls or dressing. I did drink a fair amount (OK, maybe a lot as the day wore on) of red wine. *snacks* one deviled egg and a bunch of filling while 'tasting' and cleaning up goldfish *dinner* tortilla green chile stew salad with Ranch dressing Today I - didn't have the dressing and rolls
		Time flies.... It was all about the meal and visiting and some games and football on the TV. We had a tradition of going to a kid's movie but instead the 'kids' who are no longer kids went to see Timeline and I declined. They said it was bad. We played Spinners and Skip-Bo and the latter with partners which I'd never done. I couldn't interest anyone in the jigsaw puzzle I'd brought. I guess that tradition is dead.

		Reading. nothingFranklin and Winston: An Intimate Portrait of an Epic Friendship by Jon Meacham on bike.
		nothing
		Exercise not a whit
	. .	Felt pretty good except stomach upset during the night...imagine that?
	It's a Tangled Web we weave...these days of our lives.	One year ago "We don't have a ranch. Never have. Oh, yeah, I grew up on a farm as did my dad and mom. But, ranch? No. It's a theme today, though. I think George W. is over at his ranch too, isn't he?" Two years ago "Work. I was depressed. So depressed that I actually wrote down the reasons that I was depressed."