never again…

i like turkey…i like to experiment, who doesn’t?

hubbkf likes turkey and he also likes to experiment…

we made an important discovery over the weekend.  turkey is best when it comes in its mostly original form.  in the past, we’ve tried some of the non-traditional turkey offerings that are on the market:  assorted cold cuts (meh), bacon which turned into plastic strips upon cooking and sausage links which i thought were perfectly fine, but hubbkf thought were noxious but probably only because he knew going in that they were turkey and disliked them for form’s sake.  this weekend, it was ground turkey.

i received one of the best gifts ever for christmas this year:  the perfect meatloaf pan…my love of meatloaf surpasses even that of my love for turkey…and even though i know full well that hubbkf has that super strong bias against turkey byproducts i just had to give it a try…so…

yeah, never again.  ground turkey, at least the louis rich frozen product that i purchased, is not so much ground  as it is pulverized.  it’s pretty offputting… not willing to risk  grandma d’s meatloaf recipe  and  having it associated hence with inedibility,  i found a recipe from racheal ray* that had some of my favorite  meatloaf things in it…red pepper, carrots (shhhh…don’t tell the kids) and onion.  and it was topped with bacon.  and, in what i thought would be the coup de grace, i made a sweet and sour glaze to finish it off…how could it go wrong?

i’ll tell you…even the perfect meatloaf pan could not make the texture of ground turkey palatable…and it was…watery?  wth?  it was grey and it was bland…except for the red pepper…and obviously the bacon.  the sauce wasn’t too bad, but it just wasn’t enough…our daughter, the perennial cheerleader, thought it was delish…hubbkf threw his disapproval out there mid-first bite.  i gamely tried it…willing myself to get past the image of the pulverized raw turkey i had squished together into a loafish shape earlier…ehh…wasn’t working.   the squidgey feeling of pulverized turkey containing god-knows-what-all between my teeth sent a shiver down my spine…it was a weird experience…i mean, on the one hand,  it looked pretty much like meatloaf (except for the greyish tinge) and it smelled like meatloaf…but it just wasn’t meatloaf…i got about three quarters of the way through my end piece (which is my favorite since it’s nice and broiled on three of its edges) when an image of that really fancy dog food that has no preservatives and comes in a tube and is stored in your store’s refrigerated pet food aisle (wth?) popped into my head… aaaand that was it.  i admitted defeat…

and it was sad because meatloaf, for me, is one of the great comfort foods …and i had just wasted time, effort and anticipation looking for a thrill.  but, i disovered, just like turkey, a good meatloaf recipe should be left alone.  luckily, the made from scratch au gratin potatoes and the warm from the oven apple crisp topped with vanilla ice cream restored a bit of our equanimity…

i’m all for pushing boundaries, improving on design and/or function…but some things are best left alone…like this …i’m all for innovation and it being environmentally kind is not what i have problems with…it’s the folding it up like a stroller…i’ve unfolded and folded strollers…it’s not fun.  sometimes it’s painful and it’s always more time consuming than expected and just frustrating.  also, it does happen where you think that you have it snapped into place only to discover that your babby is drooping very close to the ground and is being compressed by the stroller’s sides.  who wants that to happen on the road?  and the compromise to structural integrity after hundreds of other people have perhaps used it improperly just seems dangerous…but, i live in a town in which we traverse it’s limits on gravel roads…and there’s less than 150 of us…meatloaf graces the dinner tables around here on a regular basis…so i guess i don’t have to worry about fold-up cars any time soon…

*note: while i cannot abide racheal ray on the teevee and have never found anything she made there to be even remotely appetizing, i do adore her magazine…i’ve had pretty good luck with the half a dozen or so recipes i’ve tried from it…this time…sadly, no…

author statement

i sing to my dog…ALOT. i have composed many works in her honor…mostly ballads…

i will lie for chocolate…

after years of hanging out with ‘older people’ i find i am now that older person…

raw broccoli really isn’t that bad…

the thought of losing all my words terrifies me…

i feel very strongly that banana is a fruit, not a flavor…

the saying, ‘where there’s one deer, there’s always more’ is true…remember that…

i am unabashedly ‘liberal’and hope that i never become inured to social injustice…

i am falling apart…

after having a tremendous and illuminating experience at the leadership conference, I have come up against my mortality…which sucks because I was feeling pretty fricking invincible for a moment there…

anyhoo, promptly upon getting home, my back went kaflooey…i’ve ruptured the same disc twice and have had surgery twice, but there’s still a wee bit of disc goo that desperately wants to make its escape…that and a funky s-i joint keep me on my toes so to speak…anyway i spent all weekend getting to know my new couch and becoming good friends with an ice pack, drugs and a tens unit…

yesterday I ventured out for an eye exam and another visit to the chiropractor…

1. i need bifocals…
2. i have a dangerously thin area on my left retina…
3. my previously “beautiful” maculas are now mottled and are pre-macular something or other…so i have to take eye vitamins…

i watched ‘meet joe black’ last night which didn’t really make me feel any better about getting older…

my only consolation is that, as I am writing this, I am with hubbkf at the neurologist while he is having emg and nerve testing…neither are a picnic but he is bearing up with his typical prussian stoicism…

at least I have someone to grow old with…

***update!***

let’s add tendonitis of the right thumb to the mix…whee!

shalom…

well, i’m off to this place for a two day leadership conference to become empowered, effective and edified…should be interesting…

…aaaaaand we’re back!

all it takes is a weather event  to knock me on my ass for a couple of days…we had the trifecta move in tuesday which lasted through last evening…dramatic temperature change (we went from low 50s to 10 in a day) the barometer dropped out and the winds picked up…

a flare up like this one is like having the flu and then getting hit by a truck…everything hurts, you’re simultaneously freezing/burning up and you’re exhausted beyond any exhaustion you’ve felt before…you long for your bed…nice, cozy warm bed…and sleep!  oh, precious sleep…

and then you lie wide awake…

oy…it’s enough to make a girl weep…but, as promised by hubbkf, who analyzes the hell out of the weather, i feel much, much better today…so, let’s get this weekend started, shall we?

answering the question…

as things begin to wind up for the 2012 elections, i find myself beginning to wind up…

with the hyper-extended winnowing of the gop candidates, this election cycle seems to be taking forever…and i feel as though we’ve already been marinating in political unctuousness far longer than we should.  i know we need to be informed, i know we need to take politics and the ‘direction our country is going in’ seriously, but really?  how can we when it seems as though the politicians themselves aren’t taking it seriously?

it is politics as sports, or even worse…reality tv…each side taking sides, strategizing, building and trading political capital, pouncing on each little mis-step of the other side (although at this point in the process, the gop is  more like mothers eating their young), and the drama!  oh…the well scripted drama…i am already weary of the non-questions and more to the point, the non-answers we’ll be getting for the next 8 months…perhaps this explains my preference for the weather channel..

when did accountability for one’s actions and words go out of fashion?  when did it become possible and even advisable to re-write your entire life for gaining votes?  when did we, who hold the political prize they seek become political pawns?

i guess those questions don’t really matter…this where we’re at…and the big question is, how do we change it?

this question has been on my mind for the past few weeks…drama isn’t only happening politically…and as  i’ve been experiencing the small-town version…it continually amazes me how allegiances can be swayed and played, judgement dispensed and rumor and innuendo cast about freely…only to be forgiven and then recycled…it goes on and on, over and over…

and i admit, i sometimes play a part in all of it, whether wittingly or un-…in the end, it doesn’t matter because i need to be accountable for my own actions…and that’s all i can do…i can’t answer for anyone else and no longer will…my words will no longer be co-opted by somebody else…they are mine…they will be chosen carefully and will be used sparingly…and when i’ve fucked up, i’ll own up…and based on previous experience…i’ll be owning up a lot…

i believe i always have 15 more minutes…
i’m pretty sure i would die without books…
i used to envy those who had their lives mapped out at a young age.  my failures or lack of achievements don’t haunt me because i never really had any…
once my work-study job had me lying nude on a bed of velvet surrounded by fruit…it was an unexpected answer to the question, ‘what did you do today?’…
out of all my siblings i am the only one still married to my original spouse…
shepherding my family through my daughter’s bout with cancer made me realize that i am strong and that i can survive anything…
after years of always saying ‘yes’, i’ve learned i can say ‘no’…

just a bit of nonsense to get us started…

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