Holidaze

Thanksgiving has past and we are on to the Christmas Shopping Season, perhaps the most valued of all seasons here in the states. I admit I've paid some attention to the hype around the shopping, mainly because I find it interesting that we allow ourselves to be goaded into the frenzy by corporate and media interests. I could go on about the state of material greed in western culture but I won't - it's a bit tired right now and I'd only be preaching to myself as usual. :)

Plus, I want it known that there is turkey soup simmering on my stove. With actual turkey parts and skin and flesh and bones. In my soup pot. Alongside my beautiful veggies. I've not left the life, as it were, but I have suspended my meat-free policy for the weekend in order to make soup for my recovering-from-shoulder-surgery godmother. She is doing well in her recovery and I'm happy to help her with her request, even if it does give me the heebs.

The turkey looks gross - the skin is all bumpy and looking like it should still be on a bird with feathers attached. The bone is poking out and looks like it should still be attached to another on a bird that still has its muscle, skin, and breath. I don't like this.

I really didn't know what to do with the turkey and stock my mom gave me yesterday when I mentioned S's request for turkey soup - Moms had to spell it out for me. It's similar to making veggie soup, I guess, but not so easy because I can't taste it along the way. I thought about it but I just can't go that far. I've already been told that this gets me extra god-daughterly credit and I don't feel compelled to push for further points. Heh heh. We'll see when the rankings are published. :)

ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball