The last couple of days have been quite busy.
Tuesday, my shift at the store ran until ten-thirty. Fortunately, I was able to get a lot of shopping done during my lunch break, so everything was covered for the Thanksgiving dindin. But, between cooking our dinners for Tuesday night and getting in some necessary wind-down time, I only got in about four hours sleep before having to get up and get going again, because Wednesday I had a long shift starting at eight in the morning.
And after getting off work, der B and I had to head up to Dover to pick up a couple of things he'd had on order. That's a lengthy drive. Then, we tried out a new fried chicken joint called Kickin' Chicken. Der Brucer was less than thrilled. I crashed early.
Today? There's stuff I need to get made for dinner tonight before I head off to work. Yes, I'm working on Thanksgiving. I happen to enjoy it. After the surging crowds of the last couple of days, Thanksgiving is nice and relaxed. There's the people who come in for their pre-cooked Thanksgiving dinners from the Deli department. There's the people who come in looking for those last couple of things they forgot they would be needing. There's the husbands who have been sent out of the house by their wives basically to get them out of the house for a little while. And it's a nice, congenial day at the store.
So, I'd better get the chestnuts cooked, and the taters boiled. And I'm thinking it would be smarter to break down that duck, so I can cook the breasts when I get home and save the rest for later. (American ducks don't roast well when you do them whole, it turns out, because there's too much fat in the breast to render out properly before the breast meat is correctly cooked. French ducks roast well, because they have less fat, but we don't get French ducks in these parts. C'est la vie.)
