Aha! It is after eight o’clock and the delay has not been extended; Summer was betting they would close, but I the all-knowing grandma who just happens to have interviewed Craig Ream about delay/closing procedures am wise to the fact that if they haven’t changed status by 8, it’s not going to happen. Sooooo, it looks like it is just the two-hour delay.
Let us sing:
Little Summer Vance
Going off to school
In her blue jean pants
Doing a little dance.
Let’s see, is the chorus HO HO HO or HA HA HA?
I hear no laughing from her end of the house, so I think I will batten down the hatches and wait for her to yell at the TV, “You stupid East Noble jerks . . . . ”
The main question today is will we have two turkey roasters going or just one? I’m thinking: Hmmm, well, we can put an 18 pounder in one and a turkey breast and those enormous turkey legs that are sold separately in the other. (Visualize Henry VIII) Then, again, I hauled roaster two up from Mother’s basement on the steps from Hell and I think it doesn’t look like the roaster I remember her using before. In fact, I am thinking I am sure of it. So did I find an errant roaster that won’t work and is the other roaster somewhere else amongst her collection of kitchen appliances – new and ancient? Behind the shelves of Wolfgang Puck soups? In the middle basement, not the first?
Okay, first things first – let’s see if the roaster fires up. Update to come.
But what is really stumping me is where she put the metal wand that goes up the turkey’s stuffing area into the breast to aid internal cooking. Yes, here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, even hard-bitten grown men run out of the kitchen when it is time to “insert” the wand. If I find it, maybe a picture is in order.
Der Bingle and I are going to mix up two jello based salads tomorrow – one old recipe and one new. The potatoes are waiting to be peeled Thursday morning, boiled, riced and mixed with real milk and butter and the warming crockpot is waiting. The beans are waiting – we’re going to try a diced Granny Smith apple in them. There’s a small crockpot for them to keep warm.
Yankee Candles are ready to be lit.
And pumpkin pie? Well, I don’t care for it, so someone else will have to come to the rescue.