Right! Turkey is stuffed and in the oven, the pies are done, the whipped cream has been beaten within a micron of its life. I’m ensconced in front of a fire with both cats vying for lap space and my rum n Pepsi close to hand. iDJ is playing his Thanksgiving special in the kitchen and the tunes are good. I could get to like this Thanksgiving thing. Even if it’s a few days late.
Huh. I just realised that I’ve managed to teach my iPad the difference between it’s and its, for the most part (it added an apostrophe to the second one just then). I hope I don’t start to trust its opinion. It got it right that time, too! Now, if it will only stop capitalising white I’ll be happy… and it just didn’t. Yay!
My pie filling looks lumpy. I’m sure it will taste fine, but they aren’t all shiny and smooth like I expected. The pumpkins weren’t pie pumpkins, and I didn’t purée them before freezing, and they were too wet. Oh well, something is better than nothing, and I’m sure they won’t be fed to the dog!
I uploaded a few pics from the proper camera onto the iPad. Here’s my girl Neko about to drink the extremely nasty looking water in our town square’s sculpture/fountain.
Them’s my legs. Just before this was taken, we had someone get out of their car to ask about her. We gave him a short lesson about the difference between American Akitas and Japanese Akitas. The easy answer is that if the dog’s face is black, it’s an American. If not, you have to register your dog on the dangerous breeds list in Ireland and walk her with a muzzle. I also told him the official name for her coat coloration is ‘pinto.’ cool, eh? I have an American dog named the Japanese word for cat with the markings of a horse. No wonder she’s a bit neurotic. You can tell she’s worried all the time just from this picture.
Here’s Lokii looking confused. He looks like this quite often. Compared to his ginormous butt, his head is too small, so I don’t think there’s a lot of room for brains in there. Poor Lokes, someone has to be the dumbest in the house, and it is you. Love you anyway.
I took a couple pics of our sunset tonight, too. The color is wrong, I think it looked more purple and yellow than the camera shows. Rats. In any case, that’s the view out the front of our house.
A little bit of sappiness, if you don’t mind? I’m thankful for every funny, smart, kind, artistic person I’ve met through my blog. X
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Smarts aren’t everything, are they, Lokes. LOVE the post. Yum the pies. Yum everything. Yay you.
Thanks! I never understood why people panic over making a big meal, my family never did. I’ve plenty of downtime with Spot and Lokii in front of the fire!
a cat with a big butt?! hahahahahahahaa Pat, pat Lokii!
Oh, ayuh. He’s jacked up in the back like an old Plymouth Roadrunner. He’s got jiggly belly fat too, the little piggie.
Plymouth Roadrunner!? hahahahahhahaa!
An American Muscle Cat!
Hmm, that describes Spotty better, as he is from Canton, Ohio. Lokes is more like a wild hare, maybe? I do call him fat-ass all the time, though. Good thing he only understands Cat.
Pumpkin always, always needs to be “caramelized” before making it into the pie filling. That’s my mama’s secret for the smoothest, creamiest pumpkin pie. You pour the raw pumpkin into a hot pan, keep it on low heat and keep stirring for about 10 minutes. It removes most of the moisture that causes a curdy looking pie.
But, I’d eat anyone’s homemade pumpkin pie because I love it!
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Ah – I steamed it in the microwave to get the skin off, but I bet I got impatient and didn’t cook it enough. The other 10 cups I have frozen were steamed with more care, I spent a whole day at it, and puréed it afterward too.
I’ve never had to carmelize any of my pies… and the last one was awesome. 😉 Of course it was also a squash pie instead of pumpkin pie. Had the best texture ever!
I bet my cat is stupider than yours! I haven’t met any dumber.