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Happy Thanksgiving!

26 Nov

The Squire and I went over to my nephew’s home for dinner today, and had a very nice time.  Brian and Ruth have three small children – Laura is just 6 months – so even with the hassle of getting things pulled together it’s easier to have company than to pack up and go someplace else.  Ruth fixed the turkey, and some of the other items, and her mother and two sisters-in-law brought side dishes, as did The Squire and I. My brother-in-law provided the wine. Ruth’s mum makes the best red cabbage. Most German people in Baltimore eat sauerkraut with turkey, but she always brings fresh, home grown red cabbage instead. Delish!

I also took my “almost world famous” cheese ball. This I the third one I’ve made in ten days, and there are never any leftovers:

2 8-ouce blocks of cream cheese, 8 ounces grated cheddar, 1 teaspoon garlic powder, 1-1/2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce, plus 1/3 cup finely chopped jarred roasted red bell peppers. Mix it altogether, cover with cling film, and refrigerate overnight. If you wish, you can roll it in minced parsley or finely chopped pecans, but nobody’s ever refused to eat it “naked”.  I do fancy it up to resemble a pumpkin, but that’s not even necessary. “Plug easy” is my motto when it comes to cooking – and just about anything else, for that matter.

I did promise a photo of the hole I nearly fell into last night. I went out when we got home from Brian and Ruth’s and took a quick shot; it was getting on toward evening, and with nothing for comparison it’s hard to tell, but this is nearly seven feet deep. My hands landed on the ground about a foot from the stick that goes across the lower left corner.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI had gone out to see if whatever animal that dragged off the food dish might have dropped it into the stream, and as I said, tripped over a branch, and nearly landed on my face. I probably could have managed to wade back downstream to the house, but I don’t think I would have enjoyed any part of the adventure.

And The Squire would not have been pleased.

Sometimes I think my Guardian Angel must have grey hair by now.