Over It!

This is plan "B" - A much about nothing post of winter bouquets and cats sunning on window sills. Turkey and trimmings achieved for another year. I did not lay hands on the feral grand children, despite a deprogrammed television set and a smoke-filled house because SOMEONE closed the fireplace damper. (Plan "A" was a rant).

The Artistic One is on a plane that should leave the ground in the next five minutes. I am master of my own universe again, for a few days. Who buys goat cheese with honey in it? An aberration! I am happily installed with a glass of the remaining rum punch. This year I served it chilled; all ginger and spice mixed with sparkling apple juice and slices of mandarin and lime.
The visiting dog ran away with the oven gloves that were saturated in turkey goodness. I'm all in favor of a recipe that advocates turning a turkey during cooking; that's doable when it is cold. Try juggling a twenty pound bird that is oozing hot juices and slippery as heck. I flipped her once then renounced that idea and threw the mitts on the floor, which Enzo thought was a fabulous idea. Chase ensued.
Everyone was sent home with left overs and pies. The tables and chairs are back in place and the clean up is over. I have a whole weekend before me and for me.