I spent the last two days helping bottle beer at 3RD Rock Brewing Co. Now that is a new one for me. The machinery is fascinating, and the crew was great. I learned a lot about the whole brewing process as well. Clean! Clean! Clean! If the greatest beer in the world gets put in a contaminated container – down the drain it must go. Speaking of great beer, it’s incredible how many different kinds of yeast there are, and how they affect the taste. And then there is my old nemesis – sales – you have to move it after you make it. I loved being able to help out, sore muscles aside.
My now one-year-old granddaughter was crawling one week and running the next. She adores having three grandparents around for the holiday. There are no odd moments when she must entertain herself. With three here, someone is always available to play peek-a-boo or get in the goodie cupboard when the next meal is too far off. Works out great until we all return to our own homes. Poor Mama then.
My son is in charge of the turkey. He soaks the unlucky bird (not that I’ve met any lucky turkeys at Thanksgiving time) in a brine with spices, herbs, and citrus for a day. Sounds good to me. My last several Thanksgiving turkeys have been cooked by son-in-laws. Not that I’m complaining about not having to do all that work, but my old-fashioned roaster did a wonderful job and I got all the leftovers when I did the meal. Hmm. I’ll have to contemplate that one. All the work vs. all the leftovers.
This Holiday is right out of a Norman Rockwell painting. The baby got a double ear-infection along with the croup, my son followed suit, and the furnace quit. The needed valve was not on hand and had to be ordered. However, we have lots of great food, the family (at least parts of it) is together, and we have enough love in our cups to “runneth over.”
I have so much to be thankful for – including you my readers. Happy Thanksgiving and go ahead, eat too much and watch too many football games. We’ll work out together in the new. year!