Tuesday of Thanksgiving week

There's no room for foolery now. I get down to business.

The calm moment is still there during the morning walk to the sheep shed...





... and at breakfast...




... But immediately after, I make inroads on my grocery shopping. For the meals of Thanksgiving day. For the weekend eating too. People coming and going, Here for one meal, gone the next. You have to keep that calendar of events straight!

Check off that list:

Sage, who doesn't need sage for this day! rosemary. -- no, I grow that. Thyme.
Eggs. Cheepers aren't laying, so eggs.
Yukon gold potatoes. Hmmm... Are they the same as plain old "gold potatoes?" They better be!
Black peppercorns. Pink, too, if I find them. Nah... That's just too fussy. Unnecessarily jacking up the price of things.
Green stuff: brussels sprouts, green beans, celery, parsley.
Ginger. Ginger?? Ginger.
Mushrooms and onions and garlic -- a holiday trilogy.
Extra turkey wings! (For the gravy. Ed will snack on the remains.)
Dairy: milk, buttermilk, butter, cream. And I'm not even baking! Much.
Good white bread. I like that directive! Better be "good!" I ask at the bakery -- is this good? She glares at me. Happy holidays to you too!
And then there are the other meals. Oatmeal, granola, wheat bread, cheese. More eggs. Spaghetti. Chips, nuts, cookies. Oranges.

Turkey!!! Cut up into five pieces this year, because Bon Appetit insists it's the only way to get it right!

The list is long.

I wanted to start in on the cooking today as well, but, the shopping took forever and in the afternoon, I had these two little peanuts to mind.






Sweet moods, both of them.











Can you cook a full Thanksgiving meal in less than two days? We shall see!