Giblet overload!
Actually, there were no giblets at our Thanksgiving meal. That’s a good thing because I’m not really into eating the weirdo pieces of various animals. Just the muscle and a little bit of skin if appropriate, please. I just wanted to say “giblet.”
We got back from our Thanksgiving adventure late this afternoon. I’m a little too tired to collect all of my thoughts at the moment, plus I’m still going through and tweaking a large number of the photos. (Stupid overcast weekend wreaked havoc on most of my outside photos.)
So, more tomorrow.
Are you sure you didn’t have any giblets? My mom puts them in the gravy (after running them through the blender).
No, I’m quite sure. The cooks in charge of our meal magically created gravy from a powder and some water. Just like the pilgrims did 387 years ago.
It’s true. Mom and I can’t do gravy so well, that is usually up to Aunt Glo.
Ahhh – powdered giblets!
thanks for the well wishes, I hope to feel better soon.
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