Once again the day comes round where I’ll be cooking for a day and a half to prepare one meal. For the second year in a row our traditional Orphan’s Bird Day will be very small… maybe four extra folks instead of our previous productions.
The bird is soaking in a citrus brine, the cranberries are waiting to become part of a conserve, coleslaw needs to whipped up, and the potatoes need to be boiled. (Betts is doing the stuffing since “I’m too stingy with the butter”.)
So a breaker pops in the electrical “system” that is part of this hovel we are stuck in ’til we get back into our house, and in the dark I’m confronted by a large white rabbit… looked hungry so’s I tossed him a few carrots. He gobbled them up right away. This is just very odd. I’m going to have to ponder the Totemic meanings of this. And a Full Moon is coming.
There are Great Egrets in the courtyard of the Gentilly house, parrots flying over Sugar Hill and a damn white rabbit shows up here. (Could this be a flashback from the days when I lived in the Haight-Ashbury? I can’t remember…)
Looks like Winter is going to be different from the norm. *rolls eyes, shakes head slowly*
And for y’all out there, have a good Thanksgiving tomorrow. Don’t stress out, that’s the cook’s job. Be careful driving out and around… there are people crazier than those of us with NOLA as our bloodtype.