Thank you for more smiles after my least favorite holiday (I think it has something to do with being raised in postwar Britain where we had no such event). Having been in America much longer, though, it seems I should celebrate turkey day with gusto. It just hasn’t turned out that way most years. So, on to Christmas which is much more fun for me but in a secular sense.
We watched it with our kids several years ago, and one of our oft-quoted, family-favorite scenes occurs when the Renee Zellweger character exits the airport for the first time.
If the turkey breast had bones and skin, it was authentic. I cut the backbone out of one, spatchcocked what was left, and baked it with a layer of stuffing underneath.
Turkey breast meat has a somewhat stringy texture, so if what you had was homogeneous, it probably had been processed in some way. It was nice to have the back and carcass of the breast to make turkey broth, from which I later made a turkey pot pie and some turkey tetrazzini.
I had to throw the remains of the skin and bones in the woods behind my house because they are not appropriate for compost. I realize that most people don't have that option, so it makes sense to buy plain turkey breast meat so that there is no waste to dispose of.
Michele, my situation is just the opposite! We have hungry, night-time "Critters" who come to a specific part of the back yard, where the overgrowth is plentiful. If I threw away turkey wish bones, for example, those are the sort of things that can get stuck in an animal's larynx and essentially kill them. Ham bones, Beef bones - A-OK!
Eight hundred years ago England’s Magna Carta decreed , “ No one is above the law. Not even a king”. When America broke away from England, our fore fathers retained the policy that no one is above the law. The ONLY exception is a former U.S. president currently running for re-election. The four trials are a huge waste of time and money. Guilt or innocence is immaterial when a person cannot be held accountable
I’ll be leaving now. I must get to the hospital to have my tongue surgically removed from my cheek.
Hello. I'm greatly enjoying your posts, Garrison, in spite of a disagreement we had some years ago. It's about poetry.
Here's the situation: You ran a sonnet contest on your show, sonnets about beds or mattresses, I believe. I submitted one, not thinking that I'd necessarily win a prize pillow, but when you -- or was it the poet herself -- read the winner on the show, I was disappointed that it wasn't REALLY a sonnet, at least not one I defined for my English students and challenged them to write, neither Petrarchan nor Shakespearian nor anything with a set meter or rhyme scheme. Well, it had 14 lines. I realize we live in modern times, but gee whiz: we members of POEM were sorely saddened to see such untamed verse. I was anyway. What did Frost say? "Composing free verse is like playing tennis without a net."
Here's my contest entry, which I'm quite proud of, and even though it wasn't a winner, I like to share it:
The Bedding
She makes our queen-size bed fit for a king.
Of skillful hands, her eyes, her kiss, the sting
of fingernails – exquisite pain – I sing.
Her body-lectric blankets everything.
She pillows me and slips me under cover,
plumps me up and floating there I hover,
buoyant in the surging air above her.
God, how good it is to be her lover!
We swim between the sheets and start the search.
We grope, caress; we wriggle like two perch.
We gasp for air, rub up against it, lurch.
Our fins turn blossoms: then the peace of church.
The bed she makes, her hands, her lips, her eyes –
That is one fine piece of work, sir, and I admire it, and I'm sorry about our coming crosswise long ago. I don't remember judging that contest, but I will take responsibility for it. Onward.
No apology necessary, kind sir. I never thought of you as the final judge. Perhaps one of your minions who thought my sonnet too risque'? Anyway, great thanks for your generous compliment. We septuagenarians, especially us Minnesotans, need positive reinforcement now and then. I did this morning to get out of bed.
Excellent thank you
Thank you for more smiles after my least favorite holiday (I think it has something to do with being raised in postwar Britain where we had no such event). Having been in America much longer, though, it seems I should celebrate turkey day with gusto. It just hasn’t turned out that way most years. So, on to Christmas which is much more fun for me but in a secular sense.
Thanks Garrison. rr
I second the recommendation of “New In Town”.
We watched it with our kids several years ago, and one of our oft-quoted, family-favorite scenes occurs when the Renee Zellweger character exits the airport for the first time.
Worth watching just for that scene.
If the turkey breast had bones and skin, it was authentic. I cut the backbone out of one, spatchcocked what was left, and baked it with a layer of stuffing underneath.
There was no bone, no skin, but it appeared to be solid turkey flesh, wrapped in plastic.
Turkey breast meat has a somewhat stringy texture, so if what you had was homogeneous, it probably had been processed in some way. It was nice to have the back and carcass of the breast to make turkey broth, from which I later made a turkey pot pie and some turkey tetrazzini.
I had to throw the remains of the skin and bones in the woods behind my house because they are not appropriate for compost. I realize that most people don't have that option, so it makes sense to buy plain turkey breast meat so that there is no waste to dispose of.
Michele, my situation is just the opposite! We have hungry, night-time "Critters" who come to a specific part of the back yard, where the overgrowth is plentiful. If I threw away turkey wish bones, for example, those are the sort of things that can get stuck in an animal's larynx and essentially kill them. Ham bones, Beef bones - A-OK!
Eight hundred years ago England’s Magna Carta decreed , “ No one is above the law. Not even a king”. When America broke away from England, our fore fathers retained the policy that no one is above the law. The ONLY exception is a former U.S. president currently running for re-election. The four trials are a huge waste of time and money. Guilt or innocence is immaterial when a person cannot be held accountable
I’ll be leaving now. I must get to the hospital to have my tongue surgically removed from my cheek.
Tim
Arizona
Hello. I'm greatly enjoying your posts, Garrison, in spite of a disagreement we had some years ago. It's about poetry.
Here's the situation: You ran a sonnet contest on your show, sonnets about beds or mattresses, I believe. I submitted one, not thinking that I'd necessarily win a prize pillow, but when you -- or was it the poet herself -- read the winner on the show, I was disappointed that it wasn't REALLY a sonnet, at least not one I defined for my English students and challenged them to write, neither Petrarchan nor Shakespearian nor anything with a set meter or rhyme scheme. Well, it had 14 lines. I realize we live in modern times, but gee whiz: we members of POEM were sorely saddened to see such untamed verse. I was anyway. What did Frost say? "Composing free verse is like playing tennis without a net."
Here's my contest entry, which I'm quite proud of, and even though it wasn't a winner, I like to share it:
The Bedding
She makes our queen-size bed fit for a king.
Of skillful hands, her eyes, her kiss, the sting
of fingernails – exquisite pain – I sing.
Her body-lectric blankets everything.
She pillows me and slips me under cover,
plumps me up and floating there I hover,
buoyant in the surging air above her.
God, how good it is to be her lover!
We swim between the sheets and start the search.
We grope, caress; we wriggle like two perch.
We gasp for air, rub up against it, lurch.
Our fins turn blossoms: then the peace of church.
The bed she makes, her hands, her lips, her eyes –
her galvanizing love – my gasping sighs.
That is one fine piece of work, sir, and I admire it, and I'm sorry about our coming crosswise long ago. I don't remember judging that contest, but I will take responsibility for it. Onward.
Garrison - I just read the story about your slow ride in Manhattan and
I’m curious about the meaning of “very I”:
I don’t have their cellphone numbers — they’re very I —
Help?
It came after "VIP" so the I means Important.
No apology necessary, kind sir. I never thought of you as the final judge. Perhaps one of your minions who thought my sonnet too risque'? Anyway, great thanks for your generous compliment. We septuagenarians, especially us Minnesotans, need positive reinforcement now and then. I did this morning to get out of bed.