The house is full of the smell of maple sausage frittata, coffee and freshly peeled oranges. The windows on either side of me are full of sun, even though the branches outside are bare. It's cold outside, I know because when I walked the girls I could see a little cloud of my breath when I exhaled.
Of late, I have made pumpkin cookies, two loaves of bread and a barbecue sloppy joe with caramelized onions. The last caused my husband nearly to pass out from over eating. We had been watching Anthony Bourdain and it was making us very, very hungry. But I didn't have any cuts of faty, luscious meat to cook, so I took my molasses BBQ recipe and mixed it into ground beef. It was pretty amazing.
"No more Anthony Bourdain for us," I told Keith after we had finished way more than we should have.
Yesterday we went on one of our large, bi monthly shopping trips, but this time at the Commissary. I love shopping with my husband at the Commissary, especially if he is still in uniform. I think it's because of all the darling little veteran couples who slowly wander the isles and watch us young ones with twinkling, knowing eyes.
We have invited some friends of ours to stay for Thanksgiving. Keith met his friend when they were both deployed and in the weeks after they returned, we went riding and grilling together. His wife is a very quiet book worn type like myself, so it was ideal.
I'm getting a little excited about recipes for the two days. Muffins and frittata for breakfast, ATV riding all late morning and afternoon, beef pot roast to come home to, maybe? Keith can't stand turkey after having nothing to eat but turkey flavored MREs on his first tour of Iraq. So I think we'll have a ham. I'll have to think about that. I haven't tried making a ham from scratch, because, let's be honest, it's just so easy to buy one ready made.
We'll see. Anyway, I love this time of year. The golfers are leaving, the air is brisk. Oh, and the Democrats have largely left town.
