Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Goodwill - and indigestion - toward men . . .
I hope and trust your Christmas has been a good one. Mine certainly has. I was up early, continuing to set up my new computer, and I took time out to take Oleg to the airport later in the morning, on his way to visit his parents over the holidays. Miss D. and I will be catsitting for him.
We've just finished our Christmas dinner. We roasted two chickens in an oven bag, which yielded 4 cups of the richest broth you could wish for, plus succulent, moist meat that fell off the bone when poked with a fork - no knife necessary. One chicken largely disappeared tonight, accompanied by a green salad and washed down with a bottle of Tennessee white wine; the other will be eaten over the next few days. All the bones, the skin and the broth are already in a slow-cooker, along with 12 cups of water. We'll simmer them overnight to harvest up to 12 cups of chicken broth for future soups and stews.
Miss D. and I have a lot to be thankful for this Christmas, despite our physical ailments and restrictions - she after being the meat filling in a two-car sandwich some years ago, and me after my back injury in 2004 and heart attack in 2009. We're doing as well as can be expected, and a lot better than many others in our position. That's reason enough for celebration, right there, even if it weren't for the blessings of the season.
I hope and trust your Christmas was also blessed and peaceful. May the remainder of it be happy, and the remainder of the year relaxing and enjoyable.