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I'm laid up and loving it. That is to say, I appear to be faux-laid-up having, to my total embarrassment, perpetrated an elaborate fraud on my nearest and dearest.
I had a wee bit of oral surgery yesterday which I thought had the potential to be a whole big palaver. So, readiness being all, I made provisions. Lots of provisions. Parsnip bisque. Check. Boat-loads of good Greek yogurt. Check. Lovely stone ground grits prepared with lashings of cream. Check.
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Here's what I was in the throes of doing today, and heaven forbid I would wreck someone's Thanksgiving over something as sad as a lost recipe, so here, due to heartfelt reader requests, is my cranberry conserve recipe which first appeared in the Richmond Times Dispatch two years ago.
It's not actually mine, coming from my beloved mother-in-law, Dilly, so it's a bona fide Schapiro family recipe. It wouldn't be Thanksgiving around here without it, and once you try it, you'll find that it's that way in your house too. It takes a little bit of time, but it's happy, contemplative time, and your house will smell enchantingly like Thanksgiving so I would leap in and do it. You'll be happy you did!
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The proverbial pot of gold at the end of the rainbow this week, was, in a moment of sheer desperation, opening the fridge and finding a bottle of buttermilk there, twinkling away, on the shelf.
It's been a harried week around here, with my friendly house-painter, Tim, in residence (it feels like) removing the wallpaper and painting the stair hallway right outside my study door. That means three stories of plaster dust and chaos, and the incredible cacophony of his blaring music which, I'm sure while very nice is, how shall I say, different from my music.
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Here I am after a long summer bursting with trips and frivolity. Best of all, beside the distinct pleasure of being home and trying to create some semblance of order in my chaotically overgrown garden and, heck, well, life, Felix is home for a brief visit before heading back to college.
Our trip to Greece was, well, dreamy, and future postings will delve into everything Jeff and I saw, learned and ate. This time however, I thought I'd go for a gentle reentry into Clare's Kitchen with what turned out to be a lovely, gentle reentry into cooking dinner again.
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