An enormous number of people were in my not-enormous house for Thanksgiving, and the animals largely fled in terror to quiet spaces. Both of the sisters, Murder and Mayhem, kept out of sight and sought comfort where they could. Here they are, sleeping on Mrs. Wolves:
During the day, Jeb the Wonder Dog and the kit-tays still sought shelter, leading to some odd circumstances. Here, Mayhem shares a bed with Jeb the Wonder Dog:
Two extra dogs came for the feast, as did about 14 people, so most of my animals sought quiet spaces. Despite their reluctance, it was quite a celebration. More later.
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Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 27, 2016
Saturday, November 28, 2015
It started early
Yeah, Thanksgiving is past us, but it was such a draining experience I am just getting around to posting the Turkey Day food porn. I was really busy Wednesday and Thursday, and slept most of Friday (no shit, I slept until half past noon, then went to bed at 8 pm. Today, I worked, so here we are.) so I am only now beginning to post. Thanksgiving for me began Tuesday night when I got home from work and had to brine the turkey.
Obviously, the first thing you do is bust out the turkey. Mine was 22 pounds, on account of I had so many people coming:
Then mix up the brine. Water, salt, sage, soy sauce (10 ounces):
Put some ice in a 5-gallon bucket, such as from Home Depot:
Put the damn bird in there:
More ice. Seriously, never hurts:
Pour in your seasoning mix:
Add water and ice to fill the bucket, then seal it up:
Put the sumbitch on the back porch if you live where it is at least cool at night (our nighttime temperatures were 40s and 50s Tuesday and Wednesday night, and I still had ice in the bucket Thursday morning, so I guess that was cool enough). If you live in warmer climes, I guess you better have more ice or a bigger refrigerator. I don't know. So, that's how it started.
Obviously, the first thing you do is bust out the turkey. Mine was 22 pounds, on account of I had so many people coming:
Then mix up the brine. Water, salt, sage, soy sauce (10 ounces):
Put some ice in a 5-gallon bucket, such as from Home Depot:
Put the damn bird in there:
More ice. Seriously, never hurts:
Pour in your seasoning mix:
Add water and ice to fill the bucket, then seal it up:
Put the sumbitch on the back porch if you live where it is at least cool at night (our nighttime temperatures were 40s and 50s Tuesday and Wednesday night, and I still had ice in the bucket Thursday morning, so I guess that was cool enough). If you live in warmer climes, I guess you better have more ice or a bigger refrigerator. I don't know. So, that's how it started.
Friday, November 28, 2014
I would be remiss if I did not post some Thanksgiving food porn
And heaven knows I don't want to be remiss. Naturally, then, I am bringing you an (incomplete) Thanksgiving food porn post. Naturally, I am hoping that pr0n posts will help shake the blog out of its holiday traffic slump. It's not horrific, but it is enough to make me use words like porn, fuck and pr0n in hopes of duping the perverts out there. Anyway, we debuted a new dish this year, a green bean casserole. It started with green beans, of course. You can use canned, frozen, or fresh -- three 14.5 oz. cans, 3 14.5 oz. packages or about 2-1/2 pounds of fresh beans. I went with canned, for convenience:
Anyway, you put the green beans in a casserole dish, chop up a half-pound of bacon and spread it on top. The recipe called for a full pound, but that seemed like overkill:
Spread the chopped bacon over the beans:
Take a half cup of brown sugar and spread it over the bacon:
Then take a stick of butter, melt it and pour that over the whole shooting match:
At some point, you're going to bake that at 350 for 45 minutes, but that will be much later, because is about 9 am on Thanksgiving at this point and you are sticking that sucker in the fridge while you fix other dishes. Some of the those dishes include cooking bacon, which means the emergency backup auxiliary dog will be waiting for some cooked bacon to hit the floor. Toss her some. Reward her patience:
Then fix some stuffed potato skins to put out as a snack during the early football games so people won't starve waiting for dinner:
Some of my work was done Wednesday night, when I made the bread. It must have been OK, because half of one loaf didn't even make it to dinner time:
I also made some pies the night before -- two pumpkin, one apple:
They were pretty freaking good. Once dinner time arrived, I pulled a bunch of side dishes from the oven. The green bean casserole:
A dish of dressing (if this were in the turkey, it would be stuffing. We had that, too. But if you cook it in a casserole and not in the bird, it is dressing.):
A sweet potato casserole
Corn pudding:
The star of the meal, of course, was the turkey, a 16-pound bird that I brined for 24 hours in a magnificent elixer of soy sauce, rosemary, sage, salt, and water. Alas, I forgot to photograph it in all it's glory before I ripped off the wings and legs:
Fortunately, I photographed said wings and legs, post-removal:
Nephew Wolves proclaimed this a top-three feast. I've been doing this for better than 30 years, so top three is pretty good. Everyone was pleased, I must say, and we enjoyed the food and the company. I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving. Look forward to upcoming Christmas food porn, not to mention game food porn in the coming weeks. Happy Thanksgiving!
Anyway, you put the green beans in a casserole dish, chop up a half-pound of bacon and spread it on top. The recipe called for a full pound, but that seemed like overkill:
Spread the chopped bacon over the beans:
Take a half cup of brown sugar and spread it over the bacon:
Then take a stick of butter, melt it and pour that over the whole shooting match:
At some point, you're going to bake that at 350 for 45 minutes, but that will be much later, because is about 9 am on Thanksgiving at this point and you are sticking that sucker in the fridge while you fix other dishes. Some of the those dishes include cooking bacon, which means the emergency backup auxiliary dog will be waiting for some cooked bacon to hit the floor. Toss her some. Reward her patience:
Then fix some stuffed potato skins to put out as a snack during the early football games so people won't starve waiting for dinner:
Some of my work was done Wednesday night, when I made the bread. It must have been OK, because half of one loaf didn't even make it to dinner time:
I also made some pies the night before -- two pumpkin, one apple:
They were pretty freaking good. Once dinner time arrived, I pulled a bunch of side dishes from the oven. The green bean casserole:
A sweet potato casserole
Corn pudding:
The star of the meal, of course, was the turkey, a 16-pound bird that I brined for 24 hours in a magnificent elixer of soy sauce, rosemary, sage, salt, and water. Alas, I forgot to photograph it in all it's glory before I ripped off the wings and legs:
Fortunately, I photographed said wings and legs, post-removal:
Finally, I made some really bitchin' gravy. It was good:
Nephew Wolves proclaimed this a top-three feast. I've been doing this for better than 30 years, so top three is pretty good. Everyone was pleased, I must say, and we enjoyed the food and the company. I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving. Look forward to upcoming Christmas food porn, not to mention game food porn in the coming weeks. Happy Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Are you ready for some football?
Sure, Thanksgiving is a day to give thanks for all of the blessings in your life, to reconnect with family and friends over a good meal and to reflect on the good things in life.
It also is a day to go whole-hog into watching some serious NFL action, basically noon to midnight. Screw all that sentimental stuff, people, we're talking football!
She's happy -- nay, proud - to wear the green and gold. Of course, it keeps her warm in the winter, so she probably is happy. And then, we have the shrine, with a Packers train, a miniature Lambeau, Packers Santa and assorted other Green Bay memorabilia. Go Pack!
It also is a day to go whole-hog into watching some serious NFL action, basically noon to midnight. Screw all that sentimental stuff, people, we're talking football!
Sure, it's old, and for Monday Night Football, but I think you get the idea. Plus, Bocephus.
So anyway, here at the Wolves household, we take our football seriously. There will be game food porn later, of course, but we already have Packers celebrations going on. Take, for instance, the auxilliary backup dog:
She's happy -- nay, proud - to wear the green and gold. Of course, it keeps her warm in the winter, so she probably is happy. And then, we have the shrine, with a Packers train, a miniature Lambeau, Packers Santa and assorted other Green Bay memorabilia. Go Pack!
I guess Matt Flynn will start today. I think it is no coincidence that the Packer started losing when Mrs. Wolves lost one of my Packers socks, which I always wear on game days (superstitious much?). Sure, Aaron Rodgers breaking his collarbone might have played into it, but don't complicate the narrative. Yesterday, I cleaned out the laundry room (huge chore) and found the missing sock. I'm not saying this has implications for what will happen to the Packers in Detroit today. I'm just sayin'. Update: Finding the sock had no impact. It might have had a negative impact.
Thanksgiving food porn update
Might have to go to plan B on the bread. Not real happy with the current edition of sourdough bread.
A Thanksgiving lesson
Every Thanksgiving, Rush Limbaugh tells the story of the first Thanksgiving (or at least what Yankees call the first Thanksgiving -- colonists at Jamestown, Virginia held Thanksgiving observations as early as 1607, well before the Plymouth observance in 1621, and gathered formally at Berkeley Hundred in 1619 in what historians recognize as America's first Thanksgiving feast) drawing from the diaries and memoirs of William Bradford, the governor of the Plymouth colony at the time.
Here is the transcript of Rush last year at Thanksgiving:
Here is the transcript of Rush last year at Thanksgiving:
What is the story of Thanksgiving? What I was taught, what most people my age were taught, maybe even many of you were taught, the Pilgrims got to the New World, they didn't know what to do. They didn't know how to feed themselves. They were escaping tyranny, but they got here, and the Indians, who were eventually to be wiped out, taught them how to do everything, fed them and so forth. They had this big feast where they sat down and thanked the Indians for saving their lives and apologized for taking their country and eventually stealing Manhattan from 'em.
But that's not what really happened.
"The story of the Pilgrims begins in the early part of the seventeenth century ... The Church of England under King James I was persecuting anyone and everyone who did not recognize its absolute civil and spiritual authority. Those who challenged ecclesiastical authority and those who believed strongly in freedom of worship were hunted down, imprisoned, and sometimes executed for their beliefs. A group of separatists first fled to Holland and established a community. After eleven years, about forty of them agreed to make a perilous journey to the New World, where they would certainly face hardships, but could live and worship God according to the dictates of their own consciences."
On August 1, 1620, the Mayflower set sail. It carried a total of 102 passengers, including forty Pilgrims led by William Bradford. On the journey, Bradford set up an agreement, a contract, that established just and equal laws for all members of the new community, irrespective of their religious beliefs. Where did the revolutionary ideas expressed in the Mayflower Compact come from? From the Bible. The Pilgrims were a people completely steeped in the lessons of the Old and New Testaments. They looked to the ancient Israelites for their example."And, because of the biblical precedents set forth in Scripture, they never doubted that their experiment would work.
But this was no pleasure cruise, friends. The journey to the New World was a long and arduous one. And when the Pilgrims landed in New England in November, they found -- according to Bradford's detailed journal -- a cold, barren, desolate wilderness. There were no friends to greet them, he wrote. There were no houses to shelter them. There were no inns where they could refresh themselves. And the sacrifice they had made for freedom was just beginning. During the first winter, half the Pilgrims -- including Bradford's own wife -- died of either starvation, sickness or exposure. When spring finally came, Indians taught the settlers how to plant corn, fish for cod and skin beavers for coats.
"Life improved for the Pilgrims, but they did not yet prosper! This is important to understand because this is where modern American history lessons often end. Thanksgiving is actually explained in some textbooks as a holiday for which the Pilgrims gave thanks to the Indians for saving their lives." That's not what it was.Amazing that so long before the term "socialism" was even coined that we have a refutation of socialistic principles. Odd that our current administration can't seem to grasp that big-government, socialist policies simply don't work and have never worked whenever they were tried. It is sad for this country that we have a president trying so hard to drive us toward European-style socialist democracy just as Europe is realizing it doesn't work. Oh, well.
"Here is the part that has been omitted: The original contract the Pilgrims had entered into with their merchant-sponsors in London called for everything they produced to go into a common store, and each member of the community was entitled to one common share." It was a commune. It was socialism. "All of the land they cleared and the houses they built belonged to the community as well," not to the individuals who built them.
"Bradford, who had become the new governor of the colony, recognized that this form of collectivism was as costly and destructive to the Pilgrims as that first harsh winter, which had taken so many lives. He decided to take bold action. Bradford assigned a plot of land to each family to work and manage." They could do with it whatever they wanted. He essentially turned loose the free market on 'em. "Long before Karl Marx was even born, the Pilgrims had discovered and experimented with what could only be described as socialism." And they found that it didn't work.
"What Bradford and his community found was that the most creative and industrious people had no incentive to work any harder than anyone else," because everybody ended up with the same thing at the end of the day. "But while most of the rest of the world has been experimenting with socialism for well over a hundred years -- trying to refine it, perfect it, and re-invent it -- the Pilgrims decided early on to scrap it permanently. What Bradford wrote about this social experiment should be in every schoolchild's history lesson. 'The experience that we had in this common course and condition,' Bradford wrote. 'The experience that we had in this common course and condition tried sundry years... that by taking away property, and bringing community into a common wealth, would make them happy and flourishing -- as if they were wiser than God. ... For this community [so far as it was] was found to breed much confusion and discontent, and retard much employment that would have been to their benefit and comfort. For young men that were most able and fit for labor and service did repine that they should spend their time and strength to work for other men's wives and children without any recompense.'"
What he was saying was, they found that people could not expect to do their best work without any incentive. So what did they try next? Free enterprise. "Every family was assigned its own plot of land to work and permitted to market its own crops and products. And what was the result? 'This had very good success,' wrote Bradford, 'for it made all hands industrious, so as much more corn was planted than otherwise would have been.'"
They had miraculous results. In no time they found they had more food than they could eat themselves. So they set up trading posts. They exchanged goods with the Indians. The profits allowed them to pay off the people that sponsored their trip in London. The success and the prosperity of the Plymouth settlement attracted more Europeans, began what became known as the great Puritan migration.
And they shared their bounty with the Indians. Actually, they sold some of it to 'em. The true story of Thanksgiving is how socialism failed. With all the great expectations and high hopes, it failed. And self-reliance, rugged individualism, free enterprise, whatever you call it, resulted in prosperity that they never dreamed of.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Finally! Thanksgiving food pr0n!
I had to work Friday and Saturday -- more on that later, but think Pizza of Doom -- and was too near comatose later on Thanksgiving to post this. Finally, I get around to it. First of all, I think it is worth mentioning that my aunt the nun proclaimed that this was my best Thanksgiving feast ever. That is something, as she has done that only once before, and that was more than 10 years ago. She is there every year and, as a nun, is forbidden from blowing smoke up my ass on penalty of perdition, pergatory and other P words that escape me at the moment. So I take her at her word. Can't lie -- it was pretty fricking good. So, without further ado, here is the food porn:
First off, of course, is the turkey itself. Sixteen pounds of glorious goodness, done to a turn.
Naturally, turkey is nothing without gravy, which I do the old-fashioned way.
Chronologically speaking, though, I have gotten ahead of myself. We started the festivities (post-game food, of course) with a magnificent butternut squash soup that was to die for:
Never one to skimp on the sides, we had plenty. First, asparagus casserole:
Also, green bean casserole:
Mashed potatoes, of course:
It can't be Thanksgiving without sweet potatoes, so we had this casserole:
Not sure who has Thanksgiving without stuffing, but I don't. While this is in a dish, it is not dressing, which is stuffing that is not cooked in the bird. It is stuffing that I took out of the bird and put in a dish to crisp it up a little. A magnificent result, if I do say so myself:
If you still have room -- and people always do -- we have pumpkin pie, on the left, and a sweet potato pie with a cream cheese layer on the right. Bon appetit!
Of course, recipes are always available at raised.by.a.wolf@gmail. com.
Update: Here's the full spread, with cranberry sauce on the right and bread at top left, next to the corn pudding at 12 o'clock, which I forgot to photograph separately:
First off, of course, is the turkey itself. Sixteen pounds of glorious goodness, done to a turn.
Naturally, turkey is nothing without gravy, which I do the old-fashioned way.
Chronologically speaking, though, I have gotten ahead of myself. We started the festivities (post-game food, of course) with a magnificent butternut squash soup that was to die for:
Never one to skimp on the sides, we had plenty. First, asparagus casserole:
Also, green bean casserole:
Mashed potatoes, of course:
It can't be Thanksgiving without sweet potatoes, so we had this casserole:
Not sure who has Thanksgiving without stuffing, but I don't. While this is in a dish, it is not dressing, which is stuffing that is not cooked in the bird. It is stuffing that I took out of the bird and put in a dish to crisp it up a little. A magnificent result, if I do say so myself:
If you still have room -- and people always do -- we have pumpkin pie, on the left, and a sweet potato pie with a cream cheese layer on the right. Bon appetit!
Of course, recipes are always available at raised.by.a.wolf@gmail. com.
Update: Here's the full spread, with cranberry sauce on the right and bread at top left, next to the corn pudding at 12 o'clock, which I forgot to photograph separately:
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving!
Hope everyone enjoys their turkey today, or your turducken, or tofu, or whatever route to gluttony you choose. As you pig out on food and football, just remember these words of wisdom: Everybody have fun tonight. Everybody Wang Chung tonight.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Thanksgiving game food
This has always been a difficult call for me. Because the Lions are always one of the Thanksgiving games, the Packers often are their opponent. That means, of course, that in addition to fixing my Thanksgiving feast, I have to prepare game food. Quite a burden, really.
This year, with the Lions playing the Texans as the first game, I figured I was off the hook. However, my aunt the nun is a huge Redskins fan, and they play the Cowboys in the second game. She wants to know if there will be game food. That means she wants to know what kind of game food there will be. So I have to come up with a Thanksgiving game food menu as well as the Thanksgiving menu. You'll hear more about both soon enough. Maybe a poll.
This year, with the Lions playing the Texans as the first game, I figured I was off the hook. However, my aunt the nun is a huge Redskins fan, and they play the Cowboys in the second game. She wants to know if there will be game food. That means she wants to know what kind of game food there will be. So I have to come up with a Thanksgiving game food menu as well as the Thanksgiving menu. You'll hear more about both soon enough. Maybe a poll.
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