This is where the rubber meets the road. This is where we separate the NaBloPoMo from the NaBloPoNoMo. It’s Thanksgiving week and the challenge is starting to get hard. Last night I barely squeezed in a 10:30 post. Today (it’s 12:01 a.m.) I’m going to post before I go to bed, before the full out madness begins.
As I type, I have an 8 pound organic turkey breast soaking in a bath of wonderful smelling brine in the downstairs fridge. Next to it is a second brining bag prepped with diced onion, carrots, celery, garlic, rosemary, sage and bay leaves. At 8 am I will make the one hour drive over the river and through the woods to pick up my 17 pound turkey. The farm opens for pick up at 9 am. I will be there at 8:59. Then I’ll race home and add the bird to the bag, along with kosher salt, sugar, a quart of apple cider and 7 quarts of water.
While the turkey is chilling in a salt bath, I’ll be cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Then prepping. Then decorating.
Wednesday there will be baking, baking, baking. And then before bed I’ll set the tables.
Thursday will be a wonderful whirlwind of amazing aromas, hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls in front of the t.v. parade, turkeys in the oven, guests arriving and just enough champagne to toast the day. I’m thankful for it all.
But it leaves little time for writing.
And almost no time for reading.
Which is a bummer, because scrolling through my reader I see that you have had things to say.
I could stay up too late and read just a few, but that would be crazy foolish. I’ll catch up on Friday.
Call me legalistic, but I will post every day. Even if today is posted before yesterday has ended.