Today Danny threw away the turkey that was intended for Christmas dinner. We took it out of the freezer on Thursday or Friday (can't remember which) and put in fridge to thaw. Sunday night I realized it had thawed all over the unwrapped pizza in the fridge- the pizza that we'd all been eating all afternoon.
I expect any moment for the entire family, maybe not Danny perhaps, to come down with a virulent case of salmonella poisoning.
The ribbons have been stripped from the tree. Hammie ate half the ornaments and licked the other half.
I haven't acquired anything for Danny for Christmas and tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Well that's not exactly true. I did buy him an emergency compressor kit. But it doesn't work. We know that because we tried it on the flat tire the van got on my way to Christmas shop in negative 40 degree weather.
In happier news, I made REAL whipped cream from cream off of fresh milk. I felt so domesticated. Today I will make pie crusts from lard instead of shortening- VERY excited about that. And we've decided to have roast beef for Christmas dinner. That should prove MUCH easier than turkey prep and trimmings. I think I'll go all out and fix some Yorkshire pudding with it.
And for my cloud with a silver lining, I forgot to put the milk away yesterday after my friend Jill dropped it off (she's in my milk co-op). It sat on the table in the ice chest for probably 3 hours. But lucky me, it's much colder in my kitchen than it is in the fridge! So the milk is fine. I skimmed the fat off the top of the first gallon and poured the rest in a pitcher. I will make some more whipped cream today that will be fresh for Christmas pies.
Thanks so much for listening journal. I feel better now.