Petunia rambles on and on….

First thing this morning, the dessert was made, the turkey was stuffed and it went into the oven at the appropriate time.   Went downhill from there.

Midway through the long time that it takes for a stuffed turkey to cook, we noticed that we had a cold oven.  The burners would light, the oven’s cleaning cycle would come on, but neither the oven nor broiler would work.  Gone.  Died.  Despite all Pop did, and all the language he used,  no oven.  He finally fired up our big grill in the backyard, carried the bird out there, but it was just taking too damn long, and my sons, and Kate’s wee sons, were getting hungry.  Very hungry.

We ended up eating spaghetti, meatballs and sauce, Fettucine Alfredo, bread and the lovely dessert made early in the day.  I will laugh about this in about 15 years, but probably not before then.

And eventually, the turkey did fully cook on the grill, Pop did carve the meat off and pull the stuffing out, so we’ll have plenty for sandwiches, although all the drippings that would have been gravy got scorched on the bottom.

All got plenty to eat, and we were all together. 

Kate took this:

One of the top news stories today. 

President and Mrs Bush sent out fancy “invites” to members of the Jewish community to an event to be held at the White House observing Hanukkah.  How appropriate to recognize other faiths.  How politically correct. 

The invites were formally written.  They “request the pleasure of your company” – oh so proper.

To fancy it up, there’s a lovely picture above the engraved words.

It’s the White House, with a snow-covered lawn and a sleigh hauling in a large Christmas tree.   I wonder who approved this and sent it out to the engraver’s.  There are more brain cells in a scrub brush than in this whole administration.

 

The mittens are done.  They were hardly a time-consuming or challenging project.  Two wee mittens.   And they’re exactly like the two wee mittens I made last week.  So the directions were familiar!!   The only thing different is the color.  Last week’s pair for Twin A were red, Twin B insisted that his be blue.  He just has to be different from his brother.

All that’s left to do is the strand that’ll connect the two so that, like twins, they’ll stay near each other.  2-stitch I(diot) cord.  And I keep putting it off.

 

(Pssst!  Do they call it Idiot Cord because any idiot can make it or because it’ll turn you into one, just doing those 2 stitches over and over and over and …..?)