My Thanksgiving crowd left on the 11:00 ferry this morning. Chuck’s on his way down to B’Ham to clean the condo before the next rental. Too bad there was no room for me in the van, it being filled to the brim with U Vicers and the dad. I’ll relax suffer at home, thank you very much. As the song says, I’ve got no place to go and all day to get there. I’d better cherish it, it’s back to work tomorrow.
It was an exceptionally good turkey this year, brined overnight in apple juice and salt. We say it every year, but this one was truly the best. What’s you favourite part of the turkey dinner? Mine is what my family so indelicately calls "picking the carcass." Plucking off the Pope’s nose, scooping out those last bits of stuffing, pulling off shreds of cold turkey meat, ah it’s the Viking life for me! People in my family come in two varieties, those who like to pick the carcass and those who stand aside and roll their eyes.
Besides cooking, there was time for knitting. For those who are counting, yes, there are more rectangles than called for the Lady Eleanor pattern. I wanted mine wider; more shawl-like than scarf-like:
Life's a Stitch 
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