Fiasco the Turkey, also known as Fred

Last Thursday was the Social Studies Thanksgiving dinner and I offered to cook the turkey, along with other things so that I would have something to eat and not make others try to cook dairy-free.  This was my first time actually making the turkey, including shopping for it.  I purchased most of the supplies on Sunday during my regular shopping trip, but figured that I could buy the turkey on Thursday after class, which would still give me the 4-5 hours needed to cook it.  I did know that it takes that long to cook.  So I headed to Martins on Thursday after class ended at 11 and picked up a 15 pound turkey to feed the 10-12 people coming over that night.  Little did I know that I bought a frozen turkey, who's instructions say that it takes 2-3 days to defrost in the fridge**, or 5-9 hours in cold water.  So once I got home, I figured that if I defrosted it in warm running water, in the bathtub so that it was sitting in water too, it would defrost faster than the 5 hours, which I did not have, knowing that the turkey needed to be in the oven at 3:30.  Fred* then took a shower from 12pm-3:30pm, attempting to defrost, and probably raising our water bill next month.  At 3:30, Fred was still nicely frozen.  I called my mom to ask about the possibilities of defrosting a 15 pound turkey in the microwave, or just cooking him still frozen, and was informed that neither of those were possibilities.  My options were to turn back time and buy the turkey on Sunday or head back to Martins to buy a non-frozen turkey breast.  And if there were no non-frozen turkey breasts, then consider having ham.  (I do know how to cook a good spiral ham.) Fred then got placed in the little fridge space that I could create and I headed to Martins for the second time that day.  Once there, I did not trust myself to choose a non-frozen turkey breast because I originally thought I had bought a non-frozen one, so I asked the butcher who chuckled when I explained the situation, and proceeded to hand me what he said was a non-frozen turkey breast.  I got it home and un-wrapped it, only to find that parts of it looked frozen!  But once I had washed it, I discovered that the frozen bits were just the juices that had frozen and the bird was not frozen.  Into the pan and oven the turkey breast went at 4:30pm, to emerge at 8pm.

The cooked turkey breast

I had also spent the day making pumpkin bread, southern style green beans (need some work on those) applesauce and stuffing.  I love homemade applesauce and believe that it should be eaten in mass quantities.  The pumpkin bread was the biggest hit, and was alas from a box.  

Attempt at southern style green beans

Homemade apple sauce

Our table with lots of food :o)

You may be wondering what happened to Fred.  Well, he spent the night in our fridge and on Friday I called a local place by the name of Our Community Place that serves 3 meals a day to anyone in the community who needs it, and asked if they would like a 15 pound thawed turkey.  They said yes and Fred was delivered to OCP that morning to be cooked for their dinner that night.  Annalisa returned home from the library Friday afternoon and inquired as to Fred's whereabouts, and was dismayed when she found out he had left us.  I responded that if she wanted to see Fred again, she could go have dinner at OCP.

*Annalisa named Fred when she arrived home to find a very large frozen turkey sitting in the fridge.  I decided that Fred should be the anglicized version of Fiasco, because that's what he was.

**Note: when telling the story to my parents they kindly informed me that they have never had a turkey defrost in the fridge in the 2-3 days suggested on the package.  It always takes 4-5 days.  Good to know for the future!

Dairy free and smiling

Previously I was avoiding large amounts of dairy, but would still eat things with butter and whey in them, mainly processed foods and I was still feeling somewhat crummy.  I cut out all dairy (including butter) about 2 months ago and have to admit that I am feeling so much better!  I still get some occasional stomach/GI issues, but I think that's related to me eating too fast.  I also started taking calcium on a regular basis, Vitamin D and flinestones, and that combination plus not eating dairy has really helped.  I have more energy than I used to and am not so grumpy from feeling like crap.  The one issue with being completely dairy-free is that (well, besides having to inform others that I can't eat anything you make...) is that I don't get any of the good bacteria found in dairy (lactobacillus) which helps regulate your digestive system and prevents yeast infections in females.  So I have to take pro-biotics every couple days to make sure that I have enough to prevent yeast infections, which I used to get about once a month.

So if you go out to eat with me, or I eat at your house, I'm sorry if my dietary restrictions cause problems, but I think you'll prefer my company if I'm dairy-free.

Kurdistan and Contacts

Our practicum class switched so I moved from Broadway HS to the Career Development Academy (CDA) back at JMU where we work with adult English Language Learners to help their English and teach them some American History.  When I taught, my topic was the California Gold Rush, so we saw how to pan gold, talked a little about natural resources, related to natural resources from their home countries, talked about the Mexican American war and how California went from being Mexican territory to American territory (stupid Texas), and then looked at pictures of miners.  I had each group get a picture and talk in their group about the picture with some guiding questions and then each group presented.  That gives them speaking practice in their group, writing practice on their question sheet and speaking practice in front of the whole group.  It worked out a lot better than I thought it would.  Wednesday MaryAlyse taught about immigrants who came to California because of the Gold Rush and I got to work with a gentleman that I will call K.  K told me that he is from Kurdistan, which is in Northern Iraq, but he is not Iraqi.  He is Kurdish, and was very adamant about that. When we were talking about culture and how immigrants bring their home cultures with them to their new country, K wanted to talk about the things he does here in the US, not things that he did at home and still does here.  He is one of the lower English skilled students in the class so I was working with him one-on-one rather than in a group like the rest of the students, which helped, but it was still hard to get things across.  However, I did learn that he had worked for the US Government in Iraq which is why he and his family had to leave and come to the US.  His wife and kids live in Fairfax and he lives here for the job.  One interesting thing that I learned is that he speaks Kurdish and Arabic, but only uses Arabic for translations purposes.  He won't start conversations in Arabic, but will respond to if spoken in Arabic.  That's fascinating to me.  I'd love to learn more about his background and what his kids are like.

Today I went back to the eye doctor for another follow up appointment about contacts.  I've been having trouble wearing them because they aren't that comfortable and I've noticed when wearing them that my vision isn't perfect like it is with glasses, my eyes get tired faster, are really dry and when trying to move from near vision to far vision, it takes a lot longer.  I love this eye doc because he does a great job of taking the time to explain to me what exactly is going on to cause those problems.  I learned that because of my astigmatism, the contacts shift 4-5º on axis when I blink and that sometimes blinking can make it better but sometimes it makes my vision worse.  My prescription is about 165º but because contacts only come in ranges of 10º it's hard to find a lens that will fit perfectly.  So that's challenge #1.  Challenge #2 is that all of the meds that I'm on for asthma, allergies and anxiety affect the ability of my eye muscles to change focus, which means that it takes longer to move from near distance to far distance and back.  So my meds are making my eyes act like a 45 year old's eyes would. That explains why a previous eye doc put me in progressives.  It's not because my eyes are actually that old, it's because my meds are making my eyes act that old.  We're going to try a little bit stronger lens next time to see if that helps at all, but I got reading glasses at Target after the appointment to see things close up and they are actually helping.  I can shift from the computer screen with readers to looking far away taking the readers off much faster than I could before.  Plus I was told to use drops for the dryness (challenge #3: caused by meds, allergies and the weather) which are helping too.  I've been wearing contacts for 3 hours today which is a record! Time to take them out so that my eyes don't get pissed off, but I'm going to have to make sure to wear them a bit each day to see if I can increase the amount of time.  This may actually work. ;o)  But I'm still considering Lasik.

Post #100

It's definitely been a while since I wrote a serious post and there's been a lot going on lately.  I've learned that it's really tough to live with other people, and that you think you know a person but honestly never really do.  I thought I was a better judge of people, but boy has that been proved wrong lately.  I don't want to call anyone out, but suffice it to say that I will be better off next year if I live by myself.  I think I just need my own space where I don't have to worry about having nice things in my apartment and whether they are going to be ruined or misused.  I got all of my parent's old records but don't currently have a record player.  To get a decent one is about $200, but that's not something that I'm going to be bringing into the apartment.  (Things like not turning off the stereo after a party really bug me.)  I'm trying to make sure that people understand now to not expect me to do anything in the spring when I'm student teaching.  I have a feeling that it's going to be a couple rough months.  Not that the last few months haven't been rough enough.

I do a lot of thinking on longer car rides, and sometimes I wish I could record my thoughts because they might make for really interesting blog posts.  Maybe I should look into voice recording software.  But I've had lots of opportunities for long drives this semester, traveling to Randolph Macon, and traveling home twice in the same month.  I'm really glad that I went home for Anna's wedding and it really meant a lot that I was asked to be a part of her wedding, but it was hard because I wasn't really in the best place that weekend.  I've been really struggling with work load recently, and with realizing how much it hurts to be used by someone you thought cared about you, and that makes it hard to go to a wedding.  But seeing how much Anna and Ben love each other and respect each other does give some hope.  I just need to get out of this town!  It's especially hard when so many of my good friends are no longer here (or never have been here), which makes it even more lonely.  Add to that not having the Wesley House, which I'm realizing how much I miss it.  I'm not going to lie, I really liked the social club + faith atmosphere, and I really miss it.  That makes me resent RISE because I don't get any of the feelings from RISE that I did with Wesley.  I'm not saying that RISE is terrible (altho the sign at the house is. Red and orange plus trying to be old looking makes it look like devil flames, which to me symbolizes a cult), I'm sure it is great for some people, it's just not for me.  I'm ready to graduate and move on.

To make matters worse, I accidentally left my computer at home in PA last weekend.  *Sigh* I didn't figure it out until I got back to Hburg and called my parents freaking out.  They shipped it to me, but this was the week that I had 2 lesson plans (10-12 pages each, plus supplemental materials) due.  So I spent a lot of time in the library, which meant that when the post office tried to deliver my computer, I wasn't home.  The post office didn't leave a note until the following day (take a hint from UPS and leave notes!) which I didn't get until around 5pm when I got home from class and the library and of course the post office was closed.  We're not paying taxes to have post offices with insanely small hours.  So I had to wait until Friday to get my computer, wanted to pick it up before we had to leave for Montpelier on our class field trip, but no, the post office didn't open until 9:30 and we had to leave at 9.  (Again, hours?) So I finally got my computer after getting back from Montpelier at 2:30 and was running really late to get to Broadway for work, and proceeded to slice my fingers open trying to get the box open.  Luckily it wasn't deep enough to require stitches, but they still bled quite nicely.  Gah. I'm not even going to write about the beating we (Broadway) got from Harrisonburg on Friday night or the complete waste of human life that the refs were at the game, or my frustrations with drunk people from this weekend.  Those will have to go in another post.

Another note: I had to get new jeans because all of my old jeans were really saggy, so I went to Gap at home and got new jeans that were a smaller size and they fit in the store, but after washing them once (before wearing so my legs don't turn blue) they're now baggy too!  Just like the old ones!  I'm not paying $60 for jeans anymore that get stretched out the minute they leave the store.  Really Gap? Your quality is getting worse.

daily quote

"You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you." ~ John Wooden

Voltaire

"Le christianisme est la plus ridicule, la religion la plus absurde et sanglante qui ait jamais infecté le monde." ~Voltaire, letter to Frederick II, King of Prussia, 5 Jan 1767

"Christianity is the most rediculious, most absurd and bloody religion that ever infected the world."

The bloody part is so true when you look at the history of the world...

Yay lesson plans on the Enlightenment!

Couple good quotes & other thoughts

"The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do>" ~Jack Kerouac

  

“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.” -John Quincy Adams


"Truth is, everybodys gonna hurt you, you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for" ~ Bob Marley


Bad day today for PSU football with the loss to Illinois.  We just couldn't get our O or D line helping and then tried to run the same play every time.  Our special teams did really well, just the other important parts (O and D) couldn't get it together.  A couple tweets have been saying that injuries played a large factor into the loss.  But even with the loss it was fun to walk up with my fam and some of A's friends from Cornell, then meet with friends tailgating, go to the game in Beaver Stadium (with 107,000 of our best friends) and then head out for more tailgating.  We also stayed after the game to watch the band so we could see our "little brother" Andy play.  Over all good day!  Having a family birthday dinner soon and then heading downtown with the bro to do some more celebrating.  Tomorrow's going to be a long day driving back.

Literary Tattoos

Annalisa told me about this website, Contrariwise, which has tons of tattoos from literary themes.  I love this poem I found there:

“This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.” Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass


A Psalm of Life
Life is real! Life is earnest
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
-H.W. Longfellow

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- e. e. cummings, i carry your heart with me

Sound character provides the power w/ which a person may ride the emergencies of life instead of being overwhelmed by them. Failure is the highway to success." Og Mandino

In today's news...

Today's thought: "Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly." —MFK Fisher


AND


The findings from a large survey on Americans and their sex lives was unveiled today (Washington Post)


Related? I think so.


I found out he was officially dating her.  I said goodbye, we won't be hanging out alone anytime soon.  Call me when you're actually single.  He said ok.  Where do things go from here?