The day started with me sleeping until 8:30, which was unusual for me. I had a slice of my homemade bread with butter and low-sugar jam with liberal coffee (I used the last of the NYC coffee) for breakfast. I did more laundry and wrote the Friday blog, which was completed late in the morning. Leta and Barb (Susie’s sister and Leta’s daughter) called. Leta had Thanksgiving in the new facilities, The Willows. Leta showed me that she could move her arm and fingers a bit. Amazing for someone 95!
Leta can be found at The Willows, 3500 Coolidge Road, Room 302A, East Lansing, MI 48823.
I showered, dressed, and passed on lunch, as there was plenty to eat later. I logged onto Gethsemani Farms in Kentucky and ordered many fruitcakes, fudge, coffee, and jams to be sent to friends and family. It’s time to start the holidays and release the Krakon fruitcakes!
I had a few crackers and continued reading more Sherlock Holmes, a recently written version, and watching the BBC Sherlock’s first season. I forgot how good the initial seasons are. Also, I texted Corwin to rise. I eventually got a note back that he was moving.
Susie would have laughed at me. I started on the pop-overs too early and did not grease the pan enough. I had trouble getting them out of the special popover pan. I could hear her laughs as I made a few mistakes–the usual ones.
I brought some slightly popped popovers, a chilled pumpkin pie (using Vietnamese cinnamon this time that really added to the flavor and nutmeg I ground from a nut myself), and Purple Cow local wine. I picked up Corwin, and Wayne & Anne Weld-Martin were happy to have us. They made smoked turkey with two types of stuffing (one spicy), baked yams, and mashed potatoes. The salad was added late, forgotten in the kitchen. Apparently, the cranberry style is in dispute in the Weld-Martin home, with both jell and relish being offered. The wine was declared excellent (I was worried that 2016 was turning, but it was still more than drinkable). After the main course was inside us, the pumpkin pie was declared excellent, with a spray can of whipped cream used with discretion. The changes kicked it up, and Corwin thought it my best. The pie was velvety like a custard, but still with the strong pumpkin and spices flavors. A success (the recipe is in the previous blog–insanely simple).
Coffee and the three pet dogs, including a puppy, Jack Russell, who was happy and nuts, were enjoyed. Corwin was able to fix Wayne’s printer (the new network has to be programmed in on the little screen, which is not easy to do). I could not solve the Alexa issue.
After seconds of coffee (decaf) and Anne packing a bag of spare food for Corwin (I demurred any offers as I am traveling on Friday), I was back home packing after dropping off Corwin, folding, and getting ready to fly on a f**king to early from PDX. I put away the laundry, made the bed (I like to use clean sheets on the day I leave), and packed–just a gym bag for this two-day trip.
I then wrote this blog. Thanks for reading.
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