No turkey, but a trot

Black Friday me arse. Here in the Duke City we’re expecting blue skies, a high near 70, and no bloody shopping.

Another Thanksgiving done and dusted. A thousand thank-yous to everyone who continues to pop round to the rumormongery, if only to see whether I’ve croaked and left them a slightly used bicycle or two or three.

Posole verde on the fire.

We kept it light this year. Neither family nor friends were in attendance (we phoned Herself the Elder, my sister, and our former Bibleburg tenant Judy) and thus the kitchen drudgery was nothing out of the ordinary.

I cooked a simple posole verde based on a recipe by Rodrigo Bueno, Herself whipped up a raspberry cobbler, and that was that. No leftover turkey, stuffing, potatoes, gravy and whatnot for snacking purposes, but the post-feast cleanup was greatly expedited.

Before sitting down to eat we went out for a short and leisurely run, neither of us having legged it around and about for a while. It was a gorgeous November day, with temps in the 60s and nothing but blue sky overhead.

Indeed, it was so pleasant we gave the cats a good airing, too, and they spent the rest of the day snoozing in their respective towers by a window.

Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment), keeps an eye peeled for Rooski ratfuckers.

Ordinarily we watch “Home for the Holidays” on Thanksgiving, but this year we opted for a few episodes from season two of “Baskets,” a weird little series starring Zach Galifianakis. It’s not for everyone — especially now, since disgraced weirdo Louis C.K. is one of the co-creators and producers — but it’s definitely … different.

Elsewhere, there’s nothing different about the way special counsel Robert Mueller is pressing his inquiry into the Rooski ratfucking of the 2016 elections.

Miss Mia Sopaipilla favors a sunny spot underneath the yard art.

The Old Wise Heads speculate that Mike Flynn has rolled over and begun chirping canarylike arias, which is generally what happens when the laws have you by the short and curlies and wish to grab hold of someone a little higher up the criminal chain of command.

It’s probably a tad early to give thanks. But may we please have a few indictments neatly wrapped and under the tree by Christmas, Santa baby?

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15 Responses to “No turkey, but a trot”

  1. gary burnette Says:

    Lovely… My sentiments exactly. Off with his orange head!

  2. khal spencer Says:

    President Pence???

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Well, you can’t call it trading up, but maybe it’s a lateral move.

      Thing is, the presidential line of succession is a conga line of fools, tools, wankers, spankers, eejits, arseholes and douchecanoes. It’s a bleak hole we’d be digging with no gold to be mined.

      • larryatcycleitalia Says:

        For sure, but I’d much rather have a holiday gift of a legal noose getting a little tight around the Greasy Orange Turd’s neck than the “tax reform” present he and the Rethugs would like to shove under the holiday tree.

      • larryatcycleitalia Says:

        Oh, and there’s this if you really want to kill sales of the Fat Guy clothing.

        Regarding the size discussion – this L is a bit loose on yours truly but my guess is M would be too snug. In comparison I wear XL (or rarely, XXL) in Italian cycling clothing.

      • Dale Says:

        I just gotta say that President Pence would be worse than the **** in the whitehouse at present. He may actually be able to get law passed. Think about that for a bit.

        • larryatcycleitalia Says:

          Yep, the deck is really stacked against us as isn’t the guy who used to play TV’s Eddie Munster and is now the Speaker of the House next-in-line for the throne if Pence were to choke on a chicken bone? Gawd help us!!!!

        • Patrick O'Grady Says:

          Yeah, that’s my main fear about Pence: Especially after a “long national nightmare” like impeachment, he might get a long leash, legislation-wise. Our “leaders” wouldn’t have the stomach for another extended battle.

        • Pat O'Brien Says:

          Agree, Patrick. Plus, Pence would keep the never ending wars going, and might even increase troop numbers and spending more than the dumpster. Ain’t a leader among them, any of them.

  3. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Pence? I would rather have Ryan. Douchecanoe? Is that worse than a twatwaffle?

    We are a nation in decline in a world that’s cooking itself. Meanwhile, we have old fool in congress sending dick pictures to his part time girlfriend.

    Now that we’re all cheered up, I going to listen to the Ignoble Prize Award Ceremony.

  4. Hurben Says:

    I had no idea what Hominy was so I looked it up.

    “Hominy is made from whole corn kernels that have been soaked in a lye or lime solution to soften the tough outer hulls. The kernels are then washed to remove the excess solution, the hull, and often the germ”

    What the hell? that’s never coming near my kitchen, otherwise, thanks Patrick, I’ll adapt that recipe to local ingredients.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      It’s an acquired taste, Hurben, not unlike myself.

      Oddly, I don’t care for grits, which also come from hominy, but I’ll eat posole all the doo-dah day.

      We watched a flick from down your way last night — Taiki Waititi’s “Boy.” Nicely done, and I like this quote from the filmmaker: “Sometimes there are really happy mistakes.”

      “Hunt for the Wilderpeople” is next on our watchlist.

      • Hurben Says:

        Hunt for the Wilderpeople” is wonderful. It’s so loaded with Kiwi in jokes that unfortunately some of it flies right over the head of non Kiwis. Happy to clarify any confusing points.

      • Patrick O'Grady Says:

        We could’ve used subtitles for some parts of “Boy,” something we’ve said about Guy Ritchie movies, too. I may have to call upon you for translation after we screen “Wilderpeople.”

        Now I want to watch “Once Were Warriors” again. And maybe “Breaker Morant” and perhaps “Sirens,” if only for Elle Macpherson.

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