Sunday, February 26, 2023
Thursday, February 23, 2023
The Pork Boys Do Mardi Gras, 2023
True to his Cajun roots, M. P. naturally went all out with our Mardi Gras feast on Tuesday evening.
Le Menu
Galliano (aperitif)
Champagne
Devilled Eggs
Grits and Gumbo (chicken & sausage)
Roast Turkey Breast with Cream Gravy
Cornbread and Rice Dressing
Maque Choux (corn casserole)
Mashed Baked Potatoes
Homemade Biscuits
Kings' Cake
Coffee
M. P, found some purple silk damask and just hemmed up the edges to make this beautiful tablecloth for Mardi Gras. |
Everybody knows - don't they? - that purple, green, and gold are the Mardi Gras colors. The candles are deep purple. |
M.P. has been practicing a fleur-de-lys napkin fold for some years now, and isn't it fabulous? You may not appreciate how fabulous it is until you try it. |
The turkey breast was melt-in-your-mouth tender and juicy. There's a whole 'nother half not shown here. Most will be frozen for later use in sandwiches, soups, casseroles, etc. |
Cornbread-and-rice dressing, left; maque choux, right. |
Mashed baked potatoes, a new invention of M. P.'s. |
Luscious cream gravy made from the turkey drippings. |
The soup course was chicken-and-sausage gumbo, one of my favorite things. |
The Pork Boys love devilled eggs. But with the high prices these days, we can't afford to make a full dozen. |
From the noon position: baked mashed potatoes, maque choux, devilled egg, turkey and gravy, dressing, biscuit and butter.. |
M. P.'s third attempt at making a Kings' Cake (a coffee cake) succeeded nicely, and he had big fun decorating it. |
Here's my piece - and guess what? I got the fève! (It's partly sticking out at bottom.) |
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Sunday, February 19, 2023
Sunday Drive: Bacharach Medley, The Carpenters
Friday, February 17, 2023
Wednesday, February 15, 2023
The Pork Boys Do Valentine's Day, 2023
Le Menu
Pink Champagne
Vichyssoise
Boeuf Bourguignon
Parsleyed Noodles
Chips de Navet
Haricots de Lima with Tomatoes and Sausage Bits
Homemade Croissants with Sesame Seeds
Chocolate Mousse
Coffee
M.P. outdid himself again, working all day long in the kitchen to whip up a little feast of our favorite foods. Certainly it was a dinner to remember: tres delicieux et tout a fait fabuleux! I tell you what, boys.
M.P. printed and cut out the Victorian valentine cards for decoration, using artist's pinking shears - a charming touch.
Tuesday, February 14, 2023
Valentine
Sunday, February 12, 2023
Sunday Drive: Up, Up, and Away
Saturday, February 11, 2023
The Pork Boys Do the Holidays
New 7-foot Christmas tree with rotating star. |
Three Cajun Red Ducks stuffed with jambalaya - this was for our Yule dinner with all the kids and grandkids on December 18th, before M.P. got sick. |
The ducks cut up and placed on a platter for serving. |
Our All-Holiday table setting on January 8th. |
Appetizer: chicken livers wrapped in bacon, en brochette. A favorite tradition of ours. |
Dinner: from 5 o'clock, a piece of spinach-stuffed porkchop; buttered schoolhouse roll; piece of sugared butternut squash; and very cheesy potatoes au gratin. |
Almost forgot: a helping of pistachio fluff topped with maraschino cherries. |
Our grand Christmas and New Year's dessert every year: Chocolate mousse cake topped with raspberry sauce. |
Friday, February 10, 2023
Tuesday, February 7, 2023
Poets' Corner: Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll (1832 - 1898)
Jabberwocky
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
I memorized this poem in 7th grade; my father used to enjoy hearing me recite it. I can still recite it today, nearly sixty years later.
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