NO GREMLINS AT THE FESTIVITIES

Gremlins? What are you saying about my family? Is that some kind of bizarre racist attack? We have some strange family members, but no one has ever called them … gremlins. I think there may be one on my son’s lawn, though. I’m not sure. I’ll have to look.

In line with it being Thanksgiving today, I will offer you the best, fastest, simplest cranberry relish recipe anywhere.


FRESH CRANBERRY RELISH

1 bag of fresh cranberries, uncooked (as in raw)

1 fresh orange (get one of the thin-skinned oranges with juice inside)

1 cup sugar


DIRECTIONS

I hope you have a food processor. If you don’t, you might be able to do it in a blender, but you’ll need one of these two machines. The processor is the better choice.

  1. Pour the cranberries into the food processor. (Don’t forget to put the blade in first.)
  2. Cut the orange into bite-sized pieces. Dump them into the food processor, too.
  3. Add one cup of plain, white sugar — or brown sugar. I’ve used both and it’s fine either way.
  4. If you feel like it, add some cinnamon. I make two — one with cinnamon, one plain.
  5. Turn the machine on and leave it on until the whole thing is the texture of applesauce.
  6. Put it in a container with a lid and store it in the refrigerator. It’s ready to go.

You can add a half a lemon (cut up) if you like, or a bit of lemon juice, but it’s unnecessary.


Great with turkey. Actually it’s great with anything. I eat it like dessert!

THE “WE DON’T EAT THAT” FAMILY FOOD LIST

It’s that time of year again when we all get together to share one giant meal. It’s amazing we manage it because it’s not like we all have a passion for the same food. We are all very particular, each in our own way.

I’m medium to a little bit brave. As long as they don’t put anything weird in the dish — snails or things that actually move — I’m mostly okay. Things that turned out to be edible include alligator, which does not taste like chicken. It’s much closer to squid. I like fish and shellfish, but what do you call squid? Emu tastes like the dark meat on the turkey. Well, it’s a very big bird, so I guess it stands to reason.

I refused to consider horse. I’m very fond of horses. I don’t eat my friends, regardless of whether they have hooves or toes. I tried pheasant long ago. It is basically chicken, but kind of dry. Chicken tastes better. Buffalo is so close to beef if they didn’t tell you, you might not know, but it cooks faster because it’s lower in fat. Hard to keep buffalo rare. The cuts are different too, but it is a different creature.

Garry WILL eat anything, at least once. Except for PEAS, OATMEAL, CUT CORN (but he’ll eat corn on the cob), or LIMA BEANS. Owen won’t go near any kind of fish, eggplant, mushrooms, or beets. All those things taste like dirt to him. My granddaughter won’t eat any kind of pepper — green, red, yellow, orange. NO peppers. But she can tank down sushi with my husband and that’s saying something.

 

I don’t like anchovies, snails, or octopus. Squid’s okay if it’s properly cooked. I love shrimp and lobster, but usually I don’t eat lobster because it’s too messy. There so much digging around weird body parts. It gets overly intimate for my taste.

Nobody in the family likes turkey. We have lamb on holidays.

I like hot (spicy hot) food and so does Garry as long as it doesn’t chemically remove his teeth, but no one else in the family will touch it. Garry, me and Kaity will beg for sushi, but everyone else whines about raw fish. Fools. They don’t know what “good” is.  This is not even going into actual allergies which include (without naming names): green pepper, mussels, and duck. Duck? Yes, duck.

It’s remarkable we ever manage to eat together at all. We are lucky. No one is a vegan,vegetarian, or Glatt Kosher.

TRANSFORMATION: BREAKING THE ICE ON THE BLACKSTONE

TRANSFORMATION AND THE BREAKING OF THE ICE ON THE RIVER – FEBRUARY 2017

It took these last February when we had a sudden heat wave that brought mid-February temperatures in the 70s and 80s. We’d had a fair bit of snow by then. All the rivers were solidly iced. There were piles of snow everywhere.

Along came the heat. It took a few days, but the ice began to break. The snow-pack started to melt. We were walking around in short sleeves and I would have worn sandals, but the ground was the slushy, muddy mix you get as the snows of winter soak into the ground. A strange time to be out and shooting pictures.
The following week, temperatures returned to more normal levels, though not as cold as they had been before the heat of summer hit us in the middle of February. These pictures are all the breaking of the ice and the melting of the snow-pack.

I participate in WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge 2017

NEW, NAUGHTY, NASTY OR NASTURTIUM … WHAT’S A PHOTOGRAPHER TO DO?

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Letter N – Needs to start with the letter N


Native American Drum

New season is born: the winter solstice
Nesting dogs before Thanksgiving
Noses