Sunday, December 25, 2016

12 Days Of Christmas / or...Grainne And The 'Possum


                                                               
 








                                                                                                          
On the 1st day of Christmas, my terrier gave to me
a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my husband gave to me
two shaky ladders and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my daughter gave to me
3 wooden crutches, two shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.






















On the 4th day of Christmas, my  neighbor gave to me
4 humane traps, 3 wooden crutches, two shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree

On the 5th day of Christmas, my daughter gave to me
5 finger splints, 4 humane traps, 3 wooden crutches,2 shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

On the 6th day of Christmas, my husband gave to me
6 rusty scaffolds, 5 finger splints, 4 humane traps, 3 wooden crutches, 2 shaky ladders,
and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my doctor gave to me
7 pain pills and a tetanus shot, 6 rusty scaffolds, 5 finger splints, 4  humane traps, 3 wooden crutches,
2 shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

 


















On the 8th day of Christmas, my daughter gave to me
 8 carabiners, 7 pain pills and a tetanus shot, 6 rusty scaffolds, 5 finger splints, 4 humane traps, 3 wooden crutches, 2 shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

On the 9th day of Christmas, my husband gave to me
9 yards of rope, 8 carabiners, 7 pain pills and a tetanus shot, 6 rusty scaffolds, 5 finger splints, 4 humane traps, 3 wooden crutches, 2 shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

On the 10th day of Christmas, an EMT gave to me
a 10-mile ride to the ER, 9 yards of rope, 8 carabiners, 7 pain pills and a tetanus shot, 6 rusty scaffolds, 5 finger splints, 4 humane traps, 3 wooden crutches, 2 shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

On the 11th day of Christmas, my doctor gave to me
11 more pain pills and 2 casts, a 10-mile ride to the ER, 9 yards of rope, 8 carabiners, 7 pain pills and a tetanus shot, 6 rusty scaffolds, 5 finger splints, 4 humane traps, 3 wooden crutches, 2 shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.














On the 12th day of Christmas, my daughter gave to me
a 12-gauge shotgun, 11 more pain pills and 2 casts, a 10-mile ride to the ER, 9 yards of rope, 8 carabiners, 7 pain pills and a tetanus shot, 6 rusty scaffolds, 5 finger splints, 4 humane traps, 3 wooden crutches, 2 shaky ladders, and a 'possum in my persimmon tree.

  On Christmas Day I gave the 'possum a very nice funeral**, and my family a big persimmon pie.













**No 'possums were actually injured in the above tale--I shot and missed, and the 'possum died laughing...

Merry Christmas To All!

GRANNY'S RECIPE FOR PERSIMMON PIE

9 inch single pie crust
3 eggs
2 c. persimmon puree
1/2 c. packed brown sugar
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. ginger
1/4 tsp. cloves
1 lg. can evaporated milk
1/2 tsp. salt 
 Beat eggs, add puree, sugar, cinnamon, ginger, salt, cloves and milk. Beat to blend thoroughly. Pour into pastry.Bake on lowest rack at 425 degrees for 15 minutes. Reduce temperature to 350 degrees and bake until pie looks set, but jiggles slightly in center...about 45 minutes. Cool to room temperature.   Serve with fresh whipped cream, and enjoy!


































































Goodbye, Elf!



Christmas Day at last !
Good tidings of great cheer...
 That rotten Elf can vanish
for another whole year...
Ahh--do you hear it?!!   Peace and quiet...

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christmas Cooking With Siobhan...

                                   
                                        


First let me say that Siobhan is an excellent cook--a veritable master at gleaning bits and pieces from different recipes, and combining them for truly  mouth-watering dishes.  She works side-by-side with me in the kitchen daily, sharing tasks and chatting all the while. That being said, Siobhan has the heart and soul of a vegetarian--but one that is still in the closet and still in denial...

 Let me say that we have never eaten our own chickens (ours do tricks and play pianos--remember?!)  I heartily agree with Siobhan on that... And I don't mind that ALL the meat that we consume comes straight from a store.  But in our house,even that isn't enough.   With Siobhan, our meat can't even remotely resemble the animal it came from. And that's where it get's tricky...

               


 No Cornish hens, no duck, no quail.  No whole chickens for us!  Not even wings or drumsticks-- only boneless skinless chicken breasts are allowed.  Our only poultry exception is a turkey at Thanksgiving--and Liam has to de-bone and carve it outdoors, so that it reaches the table as nothing more than a platter of meat.  Well, he doesn't exactly Have To take the turkey outside...but believe me, it's a whole lot easier if he does!

            



We don't fare much better with beef.  Granted, a roast doesn't resemble any family pets, but there is still blood and fat and bone involved. Whenever I can, I try to spare her from the gory parts...and poor Siobhan soldiers on.  But sometimes I forget...

Such was the case with Christmas Eve dinner this year.  As I was hobbling around the house with a gamey leg, Siobhan offered to prepare and cook the Beef Wellington.  I was to advise from the sidelines, with a wine glass in hand and my foot on a pillow.  Sounds nice, doesn't it?  Too bad it never happened...

Instead, I watched Siobhan open the refrigerator door, remove a vacuum-packed 3 1/2 lb beef tenderloin and plop it onto a cutting board by the sink.  So far, so good.   Then she said "Oh, Mum...there's an awful lot of blood on this!"  followed by "I feel  dizzy--I think I'd better lie down..." and she sank to the floor.

Trying hard not to laugh, I said "Come on, Siobhan...I'm pretty sure meat can't make you dizzy.  Roll over and face the other room, and I'll open the package and rinse it off.  And trim the fat off.  You can jump in and take  over whenever you feel up to it!""

I heard a faint mumble from the floor..."I can slap on the mustard and mushrooms, as long as I don't have to touch that thing.  And I can help with the phyllo if you'll do that other meat ( prosciutto)."  So that is how we made our holiday dinner today-- Siobhan and I taking turns, alternating with me hobbling around the kitchen, Siobhan prostrate on the floor, and Liam quietly chuckling from the sidelines.

As usual, our family is a Freak Show--but we live in a House of Laughter...and I think that's Grand!

Happy Christmas Eve!

--Grainne







        

Christmas Eve Is Finally Here...



Christmas Eve is finally here,
and I can stand no more...
I just found a "gift" from Elf
in a dresser drawer...

 Dying!:


Friday, December 23, 2016

1 Day Before Christmas...



1 Day Before Christmas,
 and what do you think?
We found Elf drunk
by the kitchen sink...


Thursday, December 22, 2016

2 Days Before Christmas...



2 Days Before Christmas,
pretty as you please...
Elf dropped his knickers
below his knobby knees!

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

3 Days Before Christmas...



3 Days Before Christmas,
great--another chore!
Cleaning Elf's snow angels
off the kitchen floor...