Quiet Days, Nothing Happening and Cooking Lessons

 The skies were cloudless and the darkest blue I have seen in ages. It was beautiful, peaceful, and warm. A person could ask for nothing better. My aches are subsiding as is the uti. 

This week, I bought beautiful Halos. When I ate one, I discovered it was dry and bitter. I am sorely disappointed. Tommy was shocked when I said I was going to take them back. He ate a Halo and gave me a section, sweet! I suppose I will not eat a whole one that is dry and bitter, just toss it. 

I suppose I won't miss not eating Halos since my allergies started up and I can barely breathe. It is so annoying having allergies. 

Thanksgiving is almost done. I still need to make gravy and pumpkin pie. Of course, I need Tommy to stand and brown the gravy. Oh, I want to make Jello with fruit in it. It may be shocking to you, but when I make the pumpkin pie, I will eat it for every meal until it is gone. Maybe I will make cornbread for dressing. Maybe not. There is always Stove Top Stuffing. 

Some of the flowers I had think it is spring again. The strawberry lemonade are blooming. There are buds everywhere. 

I have a list. Fresh pecans are at the top of the list. The last ones I had were frozen, thawed and put on the shelf. They were not good, not bad, just not good. Not fresh. Everything else on the list is stuff to do, like getting the last of the pistachios open. 

Today, we went out for water and bananas. It was a joy riding in our old, raggedy car. It fit my back and always has. My knees have room. It is a joy. 

Tommy just now put a bag of cranberries in the colander. I will talk him through getting them cooked on top of the stove. He is pushing back on browning the oil and flour. He hates gravy. I should have told him it was white sauce since he makes that readily, no pushback. But, since he knows I love giblet gravy, he will do it. Oh, forgot, I need to boil eggs to chop into the gravy. 

I put cranberries and water on the stove and instructed Tommy to put a scant half-cup of sugar in them. Then, I had to explain 'scant' to him. It is funny and amazing the things he does not know since he has never cooked. I already have one bag, one pound, cooked and frozen. And, I have a can of jellied. I like both available. I have a third pound in the freezer to dehydrate. 

Maybe I can sneak in gravy making since we have done so little today. He has watched football while I slept. Auburn lost, what's new. But, he enjoys watching his alma mater play. Maybe it mellowed him for gravy-making. I only want him to stand and brown the roux for gravy. I can stand long enough another day to finish it.

Do you prefer your pecans fresh or all dried out like the little packages in the store?

Do you ever have to give instructions to SO when cooking? 

Once again, do you chop boiled eggs into your turkey gravy? YUM!