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I’m on turkey overload. I’m in a stuffing coma here. I managed to get the good dishes washed but they’re still on the dining room table waiting to be put away in the china cabinet…I’m that whipped. Whipped as in a spud that’s hit the Sunbeam Mixer blades one too many rotations. Today I have made it from the couch to my comfy chair and back again. That’s it.
Whilst in my comfy chair with my fav afghan snuggled up around my chin, Devoted Spouse enters my territory, plops himself down and announces to me and a half-dozing EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer, “I just woke up and have this overwhelming desire to make beef jerky.”
“WHAT?” “Excuse me?” “You want to MAKE beef jerky?” “Did you take your meds this morning?”
Devoted Spouse looked rather hurt that I wasn’t going to endorse his exciting idea of creating ‘home-made-from-scratch-or-something’ jerky. He left the living room and my trusted canine companion and I went back to our respective naps.
“Do we have any Liquid Smoke?” I blinked at Devoted Spouse and mumbled what I thought was a negative reply. I opened my eyes to find him standing next to me (yes, I was still swaddled and in my comfy chair) waiting for further instructions. “What,” I mumbled. Again, Devoted Spouse started discussing Liquid Smoke. I woke up more and started pelting him with pertinent questions… “What the %^$ are you talking about?” “Do you seriously think you’re going to make home-made beef jerky TODAY?” “Do you even HAVE a recipe?”
Devoted Spouse replied, “I probably have about a hundred recipes.” Me: “HUH?” “How’d you get a hundred recipes?”
Devoted Spouse: “From the internet.”
So…off Devoted Spouse went…on Black Friday…out shopping in search of the illusive spice (condiment?) called Liquid Smoke. As for me, I made a cup of tea, found a book, and I’m in my comfy chair again. Oh yeah, I also hid our leftover turkey and his laptop…sigh…