Thanksgiving is coming.....

The scent of rotting particle board permeates our home. It kept me awake last night. Guh. Disgusting.

The maintenance guy came back today, and, instead of ripping out the sopped, caved in shelf floor, he slapped a layer of plywood over the rotting shelf, screwed it to the frame, and left it that way.

So, while the mold forms under there, we will just have to deal with it, I guess!

BRILLIANT solution, don't you think?

I washed the messy kitchen floor with Dr. Bronner's peppermint castile soap. For the moment, the place smells pretty good!

At least they did something so we could put everything back in the cabinet before Thanksgiving.

I've only cooked a Thanksgiving dinner once before. It was when I was a vegetarian. I invited my recently heart broken brother.

The meal was great, made in a medieval style, during my early days as a living history cooking demonstrator. I made pasties, and pumpkin soup, and rolls.

I've never, however, cooked a turkey before. I got just a breast for my first attempt, and got a fresh one.

I am going to put a layer of bacon over it, and bake it like a chicken. Dunno what else to do!

Then, there's going to be the compulsory green bean casserole, and baked potatoes, and pumpkin pie for dessert, with real whipped cream.

It will just be me and Dave, and my step son. Dave's parents will have dinner at the home Dad lives in.

Thanksgiving dinner was served today where I work, but I did not eat. I felt funny about it. All the other girls in the office ate, though, and said the food was great.

I spent the day tucked into my office, filing.