Resurfacing
My blog has largely been on hiatus for about two years (sheesh! how time flies!) due to the happy exigencies of childbirth and baby care. Now our little one is going on two and I have had in mind to get back to business, although my previous ample readership of some ten people has now dropped away to nil.
Alas for good intentions! I just enjoyed a sublime repast, "the Leftovers," rich in fat, sodium and L Triptophan, and consequently my brain cannot seem to take on the task of coherent musing. Except to say that, when it comes to Thanksgiving, I think the Leftovers are better than the original meal. Usually on the "Day of," things don't come out 100% the way I'd like, but in the follow-up eating I can tinker with things, add more cream to the potatoes or thin the gravy, as it were (and indeed it was). And here is a place where the microwave, that modern marvel, really comes into its own. In general, I eye the microwave with a certain degree of skepticism. It ruins bread, toughens meat, reduces veggies to shriveled little shadows of their former glory. But for warming leftovers it is fantastic. And popcorn. Popcorn is arguably the only foodstuff that has actually been improved by the advent of the microwave.
We wisely obtained (no, I didn't bake it) only a single pumpkin pie this year, in an attempt to limit the rebound weight gain associated with the holiday season. You see, the adult members of our household have been diligently reducing over the past year or so, and though it's fair enough to put such health considerations on hold for a holiday, one has to keep in mind how hard it is to lose a single pound, and how easy to regain it. So, yeah, just the one pie. And I keep peeking sadly into the fridge, hoping another will miraculous step forth from the realm of the occult into the kingdom (or queendom) of my kitchen, but so far such a thing has not occurred. What a pity. A miraculously appearing pie would without a doubt be entirely healthy and therefore permissible for noshing.
Ah, I hear the dulcet tones of my offspring, calling me back to duty. Just in time. My brain does desire to soften a bit more, to surrender to the mellowing influence of softly falling snow and slow digestion. Rocking a baby will do nicely for the purpose.
Alas for good intentions! I just enjoyed a sublime repast, "the Leftovers," rich in fat, sodium and L Triptophan, and consequently my brain cannot seem to take on the task of coherent musing. Except to say that, when it comes to Thanksgiving, I think the Leftovers are better than the original meal. Usually on the "Day of," things don't come out 100% the way I'd like, but in the follow-up eating I can tinker with things, add more cream to the potatoes or thin the gravy, as it were (and indeed it was). And here is a place where the microwave, that modern marvel, really comes into its own. In general, I eye the microwave with a certain degree of skepticism. It ruins bread, toughens meat, reduces veggies to shriveled little shadows of their former glory. But for warming leftovers it is fantastic. And popcorn. Popcorn is arguably the only foodstuff that has actually been improved by the advent of the microwave.
We wisely obtained (no, I didn't bake it) only a single pumpkin pie this year, in an attempt to limit the rebound weight gain associated with the holiday season. You see, the adult members of our household have been diligently reducing over the past year or so, and though it's fair enough to put such health considerations on hold for a holiday, one has to keep in mind how hard it is to lose a single pound, and how easy to regain it. So, yeah, just the one pie. And I keep peeking sadly into the fridge, hoping another will miraculous step forth from the realm of the occult into the kingdom (or queendom) of my kitchen, but so far such a thing has not occurred. What a pity. A miraculously appearing pie would without a doubt be entirely healthy and therefore permissible for noshing.
Ah, I hear the dulcet tones of my offspring, calling me back to duty. Just in time. My brain does desire to soften a bit more, to surrender to the mellowing influence of softly falling snow and slow digestion. Rocking a baby will do nicely for the purpose.
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