feasting, fun, and football

In a brilliant display of the irony that is my life, Zoo Boy was still sick yesterday morning, so despite my having spent the summer raising those danged birds, we did not get to partake of any of our own turkeys yesterday (the bird intended for us was cooked and consumed at my brother-in-law's in a whole 'nother state). News from friends (who enjoyed other birds from our flock) was that the turkeys were moist and tender and downright delicious.

That's OK, we made do nicely with some venison steaks (THANK YOU, CHUCK!!!) marinated in hoisin sauce and broiled to perfection, a little orange chicken, and some stir-fried rice and veggies. In fact, The Map Man and I are not such big fans of turkey anyway if truth be known (I prefer listening to mine gobble rather than gobbling them up!), while we both are HUGE fans of venison, so as far as we are concerned, we made out pretty good on the whole deal, and we QUITE enjoyed our feast!


"Tom" Brady -- J's rather appropriate attempt at Thanksgiving humor. (That boy, he's a crack up!)

Good food, good company, and a decisive win by our beloved Pats -- what more is there to be thankful for?? As far as we're concerned, it was one of the best Thanksgivings ever.

(And speaking of the Pats -- I really wish people would stop hating on our defense! Yes, they are young, and they have a lot to learn, but those boys are working darned hard and we're WINNING. What more do people want from them?? There, it had to be said....)



Incidentally, Zoo Boy is feeling MUCH better today, we managed to venture out for a bit for the first time in a week to pick up some much-needed supplies. That's quite enough illness to last us for the next couple of months, or at least I hope....