yesterday today and tomorrow

Not tomorrow not today but the day before yesterday--T-Day—has come and gone.

Yesterday was busy, I was very busy being lazy but also trying to catch up with my life; Not yet.

Toady I am having two people for dinner, the biggest “dinner party” I’ve had in two years (and I’m nervous). I’m serving leftovers, turkey leftovers, aka Turkey Stir Fry. It’s very good. But I don’t have Matt here to be my sous-chef. He does the best chopping: every veg cut into small dice that cooks perfectly in the five minutes it takes to put all the ingredients into an agreeable, edible, delicious mass.

I hope they like it.

More anon, if I’m not too tired.

not quite

Now I’m too prompt. Today I cooked Thanksgiving Dinner, as such, for Matt and me. He’s back at his home and back at his job and he is happy. I invited a few waifs and strays but one has vowed never to go inside a home until the All Clear. Another has a place with her family (by train), and a third is driving out of town for a rural celebration. Lovely weather for that . So Matt and I were the waifs and strays.

I fussed over our dinner as if I were cooking for a dozen and and not just the two of us. I didn’t cook a whole turkey, just broiled a turkey breast (marinated overnight in white wine and oil, seasoned , and with my own fresh rosemary minced in). I made a mushroom risotto, and a sheet pan of sweet potato chunks and halved Brussels sprouts roasted in olive oil and maple syrup. I bought a pumpkin pie and shook a can of real whipped cream 20 times before I squirted the pie. Pretty easy but I’m tired.

I will probably never cook a turkey again.