So, what can I say? My house smells like turkey? It does. I cook mine in a very large electric roasting pan (a really big one), and I have to admit the smell of a fowl that large cooking is not too damn appetizing... until about the last half hour, then the house smells delectable. Also on the menu were homemade potato stuffing (with tons of celery and onion lightly fried in olive oil) and lemon bars. The bars tuned out a little too chewy, but still tasty. I'm going to blame the chewiness on the fact that this was a new recipe. The stuffing? Almost became a divinely succulent the main course. In fact, they're going to be my breakfast.
And yesterday Sixpence posted a little something from some ass named Robert Raymond who attempted to vilify what he called the Mayflower Expedition. I really get tired of people who point to one specific individual, or group, and blame them for American history. Evidently his education is lacking, otherwise he'd have known that everybody was doing this. The English were also down in Virginia, the Dutch were doing the same thing in New Amsterdam (we call it New York), the French in New Orleans, and don't forget the Spanish who liked Florida. If you speak Spanish, you owe your language skills to the atrocities wrought by your forefathers. Overall, as a species, we have not been generous to the native peoples of America. Our great, great, great, great grandparents were all guilty, with no exception. So, let's stop singling out one person, or one group, and saying they were terrible because by some of the standards we hold today, they did terrible things.
|My apologies to the Swedes, I failed to mention them|
On a brighter note, I get to go sell appliances today... for 5 hours. I took a good look at my schedule and realized that except for one day in 2 weeks, all my work days start at noon. I can live with that.