Doug's Project 365

One of these things does not belong

In what’s  becoming an annual tradition, I went to Eataly today with friends to stock up on imported Italian food items. We each spent an exorbitant amount on our lunches by adding shaved truffles — not something I’ll do again soon, but it was educational.

We have a tradition in my office, started years ago while several of us babysat a release build on the eve of Christmas break, of office bowling. The rules are about as flexible as Calvinball, but involve a basketball and a bunch of recycle bins. And beer.

My two cooking tasks today are from opposite ends of a few scales: 1. Make a vegan version of my Spanish lentil stew for work potluck tomorrow. 2. Go outside and use a dremel, wedge, and 2-lb sledgehammer to split beef marrow bones for Tuesday’s dinner.

Let me tell you about my mother.

I made vinegar from leftover cranberry wine from Thanksgiving, and it developed a “mother of vinegar”. What, you didn’t think I meant my own mother?

I accidentally made myself the Millennium Falcon (in potato pancake form) for breakfast this morning.

And a good time was had by all.

I see no reason to cook a whole turkey a different way than this. It comes out so well, and so easy to carve. And perhaps more importantly, it results in a large amount of excellent stuffing.