from tur-duck-hen to bul-go-gi
it's been at least 15 years since I bought a record, you might recall real vinyl records that played on a turntable if you were born before the eighties.
mp3 don't come with colors like this. I was determined to take it straight into the media room and have a full listen, from begining to end.
two 180 gram vinyl discs. somehow, the effect was dampened as I kept asking the kids to quit screaming and wrestling near the turntable. but still, I listened to each track in order, just like we used to back in the old days before music was more than just a background soundtrack.
bedtime with shaak tii; thanksgiving eve.
ALA-CUISINE!
turkey morning. I was ready for battle in AMH kitchen stadium.
While I was getting things set up for bird consumption, #1 son was going on about his holiday place mat he made at school. I was only half listening when I heard him say, "and these are his guns, he's shooting the wings off this ship"
sure enough, his turkey is armed and guns a blazin'
kat got primal and tortured some oranges with clove and star anise.
her hair had become too much work.
we found a program that takes donated hair and makes wigs for people who have lost their hair due to illness etc. their minimum was 11 inches.
the bird was done! I didn't make a huge spread this year and the birds came frozen. I'm not a big turkey eater. we do enjoy a good cajun fried turkey (christmas at my dad's) and one year I brined a big bird that turned out well... we were happy with our birds that came from a box found in the freezer section.
it was actually a tur-duck-hen, a chicken inside a duck inside a turkey and lots of seafood (shrimp and crawfish) rice.
pass the baby
the kids table
we ate out on the screen porch, it was 76 outside.
after the bird was cleared away, the asian girls made egg rolls. kat said "why is it my egg rolls are short and wide and yours are long and skinny". let's just leave it at that.
more baby passing.
we ended the day with karaoke.
we'd heard so much about black friday. we decided it was time we got out and had a look for ourselves. didn't see any extreme bargains (we made it to the stores by 11), it wasn't crowded, the parking was hassle free. we stopped at about four stores and that was enough of that crap.
we found the best item offered at the shopping center, heffeweizen!
the kids and I like to watch things decay. kat is seldom without her opinion of "that's gross!". it's our jack-o-lantern, still near the front door. but now! I see a baby pumpkin is making it's way through the carnage.
they handed us some free samples at sam's. it is claimed to be healthy and full of antioxidants, it didn't taste so great, needed.... something.
ahhh, that's it, much better. CHEERS, to the health!
keepin' the blues at bay.
FINO has a special saturday happy hour. they have recreated a select list of cocktails from pre-prohibition days. it's a great place for us as they are used to us being loud and wreckless on the patio. I remember the time my son got his head stuck in their second floor railing, what good times we've had there. they always give us the same table and special attention. maybe to segregate us from their more sophisticated and less rowdy patrons?
I liked the CORPSE REVIVER #2 and kat's favorite was the BRANDY DAISY
he kept trying to push his limits. running around the table, doing crazy dances. he'd stop and pause to wait for us to get upset and make him return to his seat. we just smiled, magical happy hour on the FINO patio.
then the food started to arrive. he didn't have to be told to take his seat. he loves the foccacia and olive oil while my daughter favors the fried goat cheese drizzled with honey and red onion jam.
wild boar riblets! olives stuffed with anchovie and then fried.
moules et pommes frites were delicious!
he speared a fried olive with a frite and said "I made a tie fighter"
sunday had us continuing our gluttony. what thanksgiving weekend would be complete without korean bbq?
we cooked our own meat at the table. I liked the spicy pork Bul Go Gi. not quite as good as the korean bbq we used to frequent back in baltimore. there (balto korean joint), the meat was cooked over a bucket of charcoal and wood chips set into the middle of the table, and sides included fresh sliced chili peppers, sliced raw garlic and some really spicy paste all to be wrapped up in lettuce leaves with the cooked meat.
I asked a server about lettuce leaves on the way out last night. she said they have to be requested... we'll give this place anther try and also request whatever that super spicy sauce was we got addicted to in baltimore.
she's got the hang of the chopsticks.
we rarely go into the kid's bathroom. when we do, we often discover their "experiments" and other unpleasant finds. this morning I found an art gallery! the abstraction at the top is titled SOME TIMES COLOR EQUALS JOY. I think it's a bargain at fifteen cents.