Monday, November 21, 2011

STAYING HOME


Yesterday was drizzly with a bit of fog, though quite mild for this time of November. A good day for staying home and staying in, which is exactly what we did, though that wasn't the original plan. 

We'd intended to do a bit of running around, visiting a half-dozen stores, buying various items for the Thanksgiving table, maybe do a little Christmas shopping, check on some hardware for a wood-burning stove we're thinking about putting in. Have lunch out and make a day of it…which is pretty much what did Saturday, and why we were both so worn out before yesterday even started. The dreary weather turned out to be all the excuse we needed to scrap our plans, build a nice hearthfire, and den up.

Not that we rested much. I started us off with a pancake breakfast, using my favorite century-old recipe I got from an aging northwoods lumberjack, whose father was also a cook in the lumber camps of Michigan's Lake Superior country in the late-1800s, when axe and crosscut saw were felling the vast tracts of virgin white pine. Not that we had plans to work like those hardy men, of course! Still, one can not expect to laze around without a proper nutritional foundation. 

Actually, Myladylove decided to shampoo all the carpets, move some furniture about, sweep kitchen and bath, move more furniture, and work on her beads while carpets dried…after which we put most of the furniture back into its original positions. 

Somewhere in there I finished making the six quarts of mincemeat I'd started the day before. Then—between furniture wrestling—I did a few things in my workroom. Later, I baked a casserole dish of seasoned brown rice and when it was ready, saut√©d beef chunks with onions, garlic, and peppers for a late lunch/early supper. In the evening, Myladylove baked peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies while we watched the last of the NASCAR championship race. 

Not the most exciting day to report…but as you likely noted, we certainly ate well. And today I get to do most of that running round we dodged yesterday. Oh, joy!
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20 comments:

Gail said...

Hi Grizz - a perfect day, for sure. I love the foods you prepared and the baked goods your Lady made. I SO want that lumberjack pancake recipe. May I? :-)
We are cleaning today and Skipp is filling up the wood holder inside. Tomorrow is the day we make my famous home made stuffing and Wednesday is the day to prepare all the vegetables, from squash to turnip casserole to sweet potato pie and getting the pearl onions ready too. Oh and green beans w/almonds. mmmmmmm and of course fresh mashed potatoes. Good Lord.
Enjoy your world, I would so love to step in to it for a meal and a glass of wine.
Love to you and yours
Gail
peace.....

The Weaver of Grass said...

And that is your version of a quiet day at home? I hate to think what a busy day is like!! Sounds great fun to me and the food sounds out of this world. I particularly like the sound of pancakes for breakfast - almost unknown here in the UK.

Grizz………… said...

Gail…

First off, I'll be happy to email you a copy of the pancake recipe; but give me a day or so because I want to rewrite some of the comments I've added over the years. I'll get it to you this week, however, or you can bug me at will. Okay?

We have to go out and finish the Thanksgiving stuff tomorrow, though I did the grocery shopping today, at least I think I managed everything. Don't know why we're making such a big deal since there's only going to be the two of us—well, possibly two more—but we are because we both want all the dishes from turkey to dressing to pie, and enough food on our table to feed twenty, not two (or four.) And the really sad part is that by Monday, there probably won't be a leftover in the fridge!

Maybe one of these days you can have that meal…ya think?

Be good, take care. Give that bird a tough way to go come Thursday!

Grizz………… said...

Weaver…

No, indeed…not my idea of a quiet day by the riverbank, for sure. But Myladylove is one of those who will work from the time she opens her eyes until she goes to sleep if you don't step in and give her leash a yank—and she'll find plenty for anyone else around to do, too! She doesn't know how to relax or sit still; she'd never make a good hunter. She can wear you out just watching her. I have to tie her down when I want to kick back awhile, and of course she then sits there and tells me about all the stuff we need to be doing, could be doing, should be doing, might want to do in the future, etc. I then must become that immobile rock in the middle of the flow…

Breakfast pancakes are wonderful. I don't do them too often, but I sure enjoy them when I do!

AfromTO said...

Oh all that work-then more talking about work -sounds exausting-I like the work fast and hard then veg long and loungy.I am an expert lounger.

Jain said...

100-year old Yooper pancakes?! I'd love the recipe, too, Grizz!

Grizz………… said...

AfromTO…

We tend to work according to the Brutal Paradigm…hard, fast, long. Start early, finish late, or as Southern country folks say, "Cain't see to cain't see." We quit when threats fail to rouse the first to give up from their collapsed stupor. Myladylove is better at this—I might give it 12 hours outside, but I won't come inside and start a whole new series of jobs; she will. On the other hand, I, too, am an expert lounger, while if she's not asleep, she thinks she needs to be busy, no middle ground. She's never vegged in her life, and is psychologically incapable of doing so; I can spend an entire day sitting on a rock beside the creek, or under a hickory waiting for squirrels. Paradoxically, perhaps, we make a good team.

Grizz………… said...

Jain…

Yup, them ol' jackpine savage Yoopers knew their flapjacks. The recipe probably isn't much different than a lot of others floating around—but the little steps seem to make the difference. At least it's the best-tasting pancake recipe I've ever used. Which is why I want to brush up the step-by-step asides. I'll be happy to email you a copy, too. I'm just kinds pushed because of Thanksgiving and all—but I'll git'er dun.

giggles said...

Add my name to the list wanting your flapjack recipe.... Wanna just post it on your blog here???? Saves ya some time....

KGMom said...

Good grief--sounds as though you need to get out just to have a rest.
Sometimes such days are very therapeutic. I have occasional spurts of mad cleaning energy--as in this past Saturday when I washed all the windows in the house, inside and out. Such a self-righteous feeling follows a binge like that!

Grizz………… said...

Giggles…

I may do that…though since you're also in my address book, it's no trouble adding you to the emailed recipe, as well.

I just made up some pie dough and have it in the fridge chilling before rolling it out. Then, an apple pie later—and tomorrow, pumpkin and mincemeat.

Grizz………… said...

KGMom…

That's exactly why we leave some days and spend the entire day rambling around—because if we stay home, there are jobs to do, and we can't trust ourselves to ignore them. Of course some things, like our recent bout of woodsplitting, HAVE to get done, as did at least pulling up the bathroom floor. The leaves never have gotten raked and at this this point, may never. It's pouring the rain here today.

Robin said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Grizz..... to all of you!

Grizz………… said...

Robin…

Happy Thanksgiving to you, too! And "all" of us turns out to be, Moon included, just us three–which means we have 9 pounds of turkey apiece. :-D

Bernie said...

Just popped in to wish you and your family a Happy Thanksgiving. I do hope you had a wonderful day, sending big hugs....:-)

Grizz………… said...

Bernie…

Thank you. And we did, indeed, have a wonderful Thanksgiving—a lovely meal, great company…and now, lots of leftovers, which I enjoy almost more than the actual meal.

AfromTO said...

You could mail out leftover turkey care packages to us north of the border-it seems you have far too many leftovers and we are suffering from early thankfulness.I could use a drumstick about now.

Grizz………… said...

AfromTO…

You know, what with export tariffs, anti-terrorism measures, and the well-known ravenousness of the border agents, I believe the only neighborly things to do would be to eat that turkey for you and avoid the hassel. Besides, would you really want to consume a drumstick that had gone through the security gate, x-rays, a full-body scan, and been forced to endure a cavity search?

AfromTO said...

would the cavity search reveal terrorist giblets?lol

Grizz………… said...

AfromTO…

Actually, no. I personally terrorized those giblets before incorporating them into the gravy. Where, I might add, they soon cowed down and subsequently did a fine job of seasoning the sauce.