I was awakened by the sound of footsteps. As my husband was sound asleep I checked things out. Nothing. Not even the dog moved, however I was awake for the night.
In order to help them sleep we all went to bed looking at the moon, when I arose I put down the shades for them, then went around putting them down not for me, but for the art, so nothing gets direct sun early morning.
There’s a rehabilitation center down the street and there were lights. Then a first car, then a fire truck and two ambulances. It is not a drug rehab center, occasionally a young person goes through physical therapy after a major car accident. Mostly I would say it’s where families dump the elderly, a nursing/old folks facility. Normally I see the nurses outside smoking when I walk Zoe.
All the ambulances and municipal people show up then leave one by one until the body is loaded in the last one and taken away. I’ve seen it so many times and it is heartbreaking. I say a quick prayer for the deceased because I don’t know that anyone else does. I tried to design a volunteer program for them for pet therapy but while they evinced interest, despite efforts on my behalf they never got back to me.
Thanksgiving is about life, love and food. We were on our own this year but did get to talk to family. Leftovers. My husband hates them. Now I transform them. Saturday I made stock. Now I’ve a lot of stuff to put in it but yesterday he wanted sandwiches. Brioche rolls, chicken breast, cranberry compote, lettuce, cheese, a bit of mayonnaise. Two sandwiches down the hatch.
The soup will be finished today, Sunday. Last night I went another route and made St. Louis-style ribs with a rub (cooked covered in the oven for two hours a la Alton Brown) then browning on the grill for ten minutes with BBQ sauce, Rufus Teague, I didn’t make my own this time.
Mashed potatoes and a green salad with chopped almonds, dried cranberries and a Satsuma tangerine vinaigrette. It was delicious.
My husband will not go for soup all day but I’m going to make a soup with potato, carrot, brussels sprout, onion and chicken. I made the broth yesterday but will save some to enrich a roasted, curried butternut squash soup as well. I’ve an extra chicken breast so may poach it so he can have a sandwich with his soup.
It’s time to transform some leftovers! Cheers and hope you’re enjoying the weekend. Dee
Thank you Fr. Cap. I miss you and know you’re looking down on us today.