There has been a lot of cooking. Thursday we had broiled shrimp [my weakness], Sriracha Orange Glazed Green Beans, homemade stuffing from homemade bread, whipped potatoes from the Cook's Illustrated holiday special issue. That's also where we found the updated Julia Child recipe for turkey, whose hoops we jumped through to make fixings for turkey games on Friday.
Friday there was steamed brown bread in the slow cooker [which the gamers pretty much devoured]. And leftover turkey. Saturday there was leftover turkey and potatoes and stuffing and green beans and sweet potato mac. For lunch today I made up a small batch of Chipotle Turkey Salad and served it over whipped potatoes with green beans on the side. Amazing. Such heat in the powdered chipotle so nicely balanced out [some of the time] by the potatoes.
And now, I have to go put a pumpkin in the oven, for the first installment of my upcoming Melt recipe run. I wish you all the warmth of a good meal.
Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.
It's always a relief when I reach this point. :-) From now on I can work on making the story better, but I have enough of a draft that I know my recipient will get a proper-sized present on Yuletide morning. Huzzah.
2. Fresh flowers on the table. Just autumn-colored mums from the grocery store, but they brighten my day.
3. Having given both myself, and my son, a shiny gold manicure. My mother would plotz.
4. Coffee this morning.
5. Friends whom I love dearly. Including you.
For those who are in the US and celebrate Thanksgiving today, happy Thanksgiving. For everyone else, hey, I'm grateful for y'all every day anyway.
It makes me think we'll be having sweet potato pie next year instead of pumpkin.
In addition to the pumpkin pie [with rum! rumpkin pie thanks to yomikoma], we made bread for stuffing. I put together the dry ingredients for cranberry crunch so we could throw it together when we have the energy. I also roasted a chicken. We made salmon fried rice. yomikoma made pretzel rolls for turkey games; I had run out of oomph by then.
It would be like if you’ve gone your whole life having fully prepared meals just suddenly appear in front of you whenever you’re hungry (or whenever you say the words “I’m hungry”), and suddenly you’re being told that not only will the prepared meals not be provided anymore, but now you have to go out and hunt and gather for yourself. Whaaaat.
-- Emotional labor: what it is and how to do it.
I’ve just realized a corollary to the Sam Vimes theory of economic injustice. I don’t have a catchy name for it yet, but the gist is that having enough money – and being confident that you will have enough in the foreseeable future – saves you from making unnecessary purchases.
Here’s how it works. Let’s say you have three pair of jeans. That seems to you to be about the right number of jeans. And then one day jeans go on sale at a store you sometimes shop at. You feel like you need to buy a pair nownowNOW! Because they’re on sale! And even though all the jeans you have are in perfectly fine shape, some day they will wear out and you will need a new pair, and they may not be on sale then.
Problem is, by the time this happens, you may be a different size. Or you may prefer a different style of jeans, or you may have decided to wear exclusively kilts. Even if none of these things is true, you have had to store the extra pair of jeans all that time, and they’ve been cluttering up your closet. (Also, there’s the fact that you could have been earning interest on the money tied up in those jeans, but I think we can assume the interest on the price of jeans for 6 months or a year is negligible).
If you are in a state of financial comfort, you don’t have to buy the jeans when they’re on sale. So what if they cost $10 more when you’re ready to buy them? You’ll be able to afford it then – and if you don’t buy them or if you decide to buy a different version, then you’ve saved yourself from buying something you can’t use or no longer like.
(This post derives from me trying to persuade myself not to buy a gray sweater to replace the one that has just developed a hole. Not only do I have plenty of sweaters, I actually already have multiple gray sweaters, even though all the others are heavier, lighter, longer or differently styled than this one. If I decide I can no longer live without a dark gray merino pullover, I can do something about it at that time.)
Why, yes, I did just spend (pause to count) four paragraphs explaining that not having enough money leads to making decisions based on anxiety. In other news, water is wet – and falls from the sky in Oregon for 8 months of the year.
Mirrored from Dichroic Reflections.
I'm pretty picky about purchasing physical copies of manga or anime these days. My selections really need to have a strong rewatch or reread value for me before I'll commit to owning them myself, since importing manga is expensive even with a good exchange rate and DVDs or Blu-rays aren't cheap, either. There's a ton of stuff on streaming that I've enjoyed but don't feel the need to own, and likewise a manga series has to have more than simple enjoyment value for me to want to collect it. I think the last 'new' manga series that I picked up was either the Toaru Kagaku no Railgun manga or that Gundam Wing reboot, and both of those have been running for several years at this point. I'm planning to buy the Nozaki anime when it's released this coming March, so the manga seems like a decent purchase to make.
I heard a story the other day that made me sad. It’s not my story to tell so I won’t give details, but in summary, the guy wanted to buy something and was offered it at a price so low that it could have hurt the naive former owner (FO). He told the FO that he should be charging more, and left his card so the FO could call when he’d thought it over.
The wife of the guy telling the story was mad at him for not buying the thing at the low price, and that’s the part that makes me sad.
There’s a happy ending; FO talked to his wife and called the guy back offering to sell at the price he’d originally quoted. Their children were dead so they had no one to pass the thing on to, and they’d make some money over what they’d originally paid years ago, so they decided they’d rather sell to an honest man than maximize their profit.
It’s a nice story, overall, but I can’t get past the wife’s complaint. It seems to me that if marriage is for anything at all, it’s for supporting each other. Some of that is sharing the chores of running a life and raising children, if you have them; some of it is holding each other up during hard times and cheering each other on during good ones. But surely some of it should be about supporting each other to become better.
Also, this purchase was not a thing the family really needed. You might have more responsibility to your family than to strangers when all else is equal, but screwing over someone else to get your family a luxury is what I think of as the “I Got Mine” mentality, and I think it’s one of our biggest failings as a society.
Years ago, there was a Hagar the Horrible Sunday comic strip, in which they portrayed the family’s motto as “I Got Mine!” and showed various images of how happy each family member was with their particular “mine” people/stuff. Ever since then I have thought of the sort of thinking you describe as the “I Got Mine” school of thought, and I think it’s downright evil:
- My family came over here as refugees, but no one else should come – my family wanted to work and make a better life for ourselves and just needed a little help, whereas all these new people just want to suck us all dry.
- I had my abortion for the right reasons, but all these other women shouldn’t be allowed that option because they just want sex without consequences.
- I need freedom to celebrate my own religion because everyone hates us, but I want to ban these other religions because they’re full of violent people and anyway they’re wrong.
(Note: I copied my explanation of the “I Got Mine” mentality, and those three examples, from a Ravelry post I wrote on November 2 – before the attacks in Paris.)
I Got Mine is not my family motto, and I hope my own spouse would hold me to a higher standard – or at the very least, help me hold myself to it.
Mirrored from Dichroic Reflections.