22 November Tuesday

Yesterday, I reviewed my recipes, looked online for sales and availability, and slightly modified my plan. It looks like crab season has been delayed so that will need to wait till Christmas. I also thought I would not find chestnuts, but they´re they were. And fresh cranberries. All is well.

This morning, I bravely went forth to the grocery store where my young Tom was waiting for me, featherless, decapitated, and resting in a sarcophagus of vacuum sealed plastic. He now lies in state in a roasting pan in the fridge, carrots, Brussels sprouts, green beans, surround in silent attendance, the plebeian condiments and pickles crowd the balcony. It is quite moving and reminds me of the dear Queen.

Of course, things are still in motion, Thanksgiving is a wild and unpredictable affair, and one more trip to the store is needed. The core of the meal is intact. You see, I keep a separate doc with menus, quantities, prices, and other things that are even more boring than this that I think a lot of people don´t really want to know about. You know, how the sausage gets made. Speaking of which, they didn´t have sausage at the market. Anyway, I am now confused as to what is on that doc and what I´ve shared with you, and I don´t want to have to go through all those writings to see what I´ve written to whom and who cares? The point is, I´ve also decided to do something different and more exciting with the sweet potatoes, if I haven´t told you what it is, don´t worry about it, you´ll find out later. If I have told you, keep your mouth shut so you don´t ruin it for the others. Here we go!