An image-less Thanksgiving

Well. It was Thanksgiving. I cooked. We all ate a lot. It was good. The end.

OK, OK, not really. Not really the end, I mean. But it’s just a shame to cook a great, traditional Thanksgiving meal, and not have a single stinkin’ photo of it. I’m not sure why I don’t; it was just that every time I started to fetch the camera, I got busy with something else.

As usual, my Thanksgiving was strictly along traditional lines. I cook this dinner once a year. I’ve got it down to a pretty fine science, and it’s all the stuff we like, and I don’t see much need in messing about with the menu.

Dinner: Fail

In the words of an otherwise forgettable song, “sometimes you’re the windshield; sometimes you’re the bug.”

I am splattered upon the windshield of a Monday night dinner that went awry, and the wipers are still trying to get my blurred remains off the glass.

Howzat for graphic?

Two lunches out, one soup at home

OK, so I missed a day. Get over it. I didn’t cook last night because I’d gone out for a business lunch and I was Still Full. In the grand old tradition  of Southern plate lunches gone overboard, the special was meat loaf (about a half-pound slab), mashed potatos and mac and cheese. REAL mashed potatos, with lumps and pieces of skin and more butter than was good for me. Non-boxed-stuff mac and cheese. Homemade yeast rolls. Carb count of about a pound and a half, I think.  And that was the best meat loaf I ever had in my life. (NOTE: I do NOT make meat loaf worth a damn.)

But tonight, it’s beef and barley soup, roasted sweet potatos with cayenne and pimenton, and cheese toast with gruyere. Thusly:

Does this look like a comfort meal, or not? Do you see a comfort theme in the last few posts?