What is this new thing of "brineing" the turkey? For me "retired" means as little cooking as I can get away with and I don't keep up with the trends. But suddenly everyone I talk to, including Rachel, the family turkey cook today, is brineing the bird. I'll find out 'round 'bout noon when I go to her house to lend a hand in the more familiar business of veggie prep. THAT is something I still do quite a lot.
The older I get the more vegetables I eat. My love of broccoli is a family joke. Turkey and chicken are on my menu far more than red meat. But my preparations are always old-fashioned and simple these days. Cooking for one can be almost an afterthought --if you give a little thought to grocery shopping.
We'll have a small gathering, which is just fine. Being an early riser I always see the sunrise this time of year. The sun hit the horizon all golden but lifted itself up into a thin layer of clouds that are dissolving as I type. I may have time to bundle myself up a bit and go for a quiet contemplative seaside walk ... isn't quiet contemplation one of the requisites today? After three and a half years as a "wash ashore" here on Cape Cod, I like the shore I've washed up on. It's geographically beautiful. I've found that stereotype of the cold, reserved New Englander doesn't seem to apply to the people my age that I've come to know, friendly, thoughtful, intelligent and, in fact, fun loving -- now there's a non-stereotypical adjective! -- that's the people I've met here. I'm truly thankful I'm where I am, doing what I'm doing.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!