It seems like Sunday because Der Bingle went back to Dayton today. But it is not – tomorrow is Sunday. Two Sundays in a row. I’m not particularly fond of the Sunday night feeling; I think it goes back to school days and the put off homework. Sunday night was a grind. A downer. A bummer.  Well, writing about this wasn’t wise; it’s making me feel that way again.

I fished the mashed potatoes I had made Wednesday night for my early preparation for Thanksgiving experiment out of the refrigerator. I just remembered them today. I put a portion size in the microwave for 45 seconds with one of the Nordic Ware covers over it; they weren’t bad, but I don’t think they were as good as those made fresh. Of course, were I to reheat a Thanksgiving meal’s worth, then it might get complicated. I don’t know if I would want to go from refrigerator to crockpot in one fell swoop or not. I don’t feel comfortable with the idea of heating the whole mass that way; it might be possible to microwave partial amounts and then plop them in a crockpot to stay warm.

We had a snag on Thanksgiving – we decided to straighten up the bent ricer handle and it took a little longer than expected – wound up using duct tape on it with a big wooden dowel stuck inside the straightened metal. Oh, yeah, only at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse.

Ah, that’s a lot of discourse for a small potatoes issue . . . . hahahahahahhahaha. Sorry. Actually, holiday meal mashed potatoes are a big deal here – I sculpt them while on my plate. Yes, I, AmeliaJake, play with my food. One year I made a Christmas tree and used peas and corn and cranberries for ornaments. I could do this because Mother always liked stiff potatoes – not ones that oozed into other food.

The gravy was a bust this year – the new roaster worked so well that I was presented with tons of broth and drippings and panicked. Always before, moisture had steamed out more than I realized – a lot more. But Mother made great gravy from the meager drippings. I got to where I could mimic it. This year, I should have thrown noodles into the broth. Well, I’ll look on youtube to see if anyone is giving lessons.

I know I am just being horribly boring here; I know it and yet I continue.

After my refrigerator posted agenda for Thanksgiving attitude, I am going to do the same thing for Christmas – sort of an advent calendar of respectful behavior and a true nod to concepts such as good will and good cheer. I don’t think a little dose of Christianity will hurt anyone.

Crap, now I’m boring myself.