new activity: cooking a goose

My Dad likes to tell the story of the Thanksgiving he and the rest of the males in his family were out cutting wood,and came home to a goose dinner, that was one of the best meals he remembers.  The last  few winters,when I’ve been home visiting for the winger holidays, he and I have looked at geese in the grocery store, but decided they were too expensive.  This year, they were a little less expensive (not inexpensive,mind you, just less expensive!), and I’d also been thinking of buying one anyway. My parents are  elderly enough that any year could be our last holiday season together.

So, after soliciting a great  deal of advice from friends via FB, and watching a number  of YouTube videos, I roasted a goose this past weekend, for our family Christmas dinner.  I did NOT make the stuffing that Julia Child made in her video,which required stuffing sauteed, chopped goose liver into pitted prunes (a stuffing that would take hours to make?!?  crazy!), or rub the goose in one of the very complex herb-n-spice rubs of another video (my Dad’s much more the simple home cooking kind of guy), just kept it relatively simple.  And it turned out well, tasty.  Even the  somewhat finicky nephews and niece seemed to enjoy it.


end of the year . . .

It’s been a busy fall, as I have had my first venture into purchasing a home.  I have to say, I can’t understand the people who repeatedly buy and sell homes!  The whole process just took so much time, with so many details.  Fortunately, my realtor was very good, and kept me up to speed as to what I needed to do next.

The home on the property needs a lot of work, BUT it has enough land to  develop gardens and orchards,  That was the real appeal.

Ever since the closing,I have been experiencing  a very high level of anxiety.  There  are many things I am afraid of, for the financial piece,to the work  of repairing and maintaining a home to the fear that living further from my social circles will lead to feeling even more isolated than I sometimes feel.  I assume that, once I get used to living out there, and when spring comes and I can start gardens, I will feel more calm, but right now–YI!  There is a part of me that knows this emotional crap is just something I need to go through,that the place of comfort is not the place of growth.  There is another part of me that feels like this is an indication that I just made a HUGE mistake, that my life will be so much worse in all areas, and on and on.  That second viewpoints just feels so much more believable!