

Good morning! Serpentine Jack joined by the BF Barlow for today, but also going to have these on me. I need to carve a bird today.


As we all have grown kids who are now cranking out kids, my three other siblings and I find it hard to all go to Mom ‘n Dad’s for Thanksgiving like we always have and love to do. So we’re having a Thanksgiving Dinner today at their house.
I said I’d smoke a turkey, which I did yesterday for seven hours. It’s now in the oven to finish off.
Then, my sister said she’d bring a salad, and I said great ~ let me bring stuff out of the garden.
Then, my brother said he’d roast a bunch of vegetables, and I said great ~ let me bring stuff out of the garden.
Much colder weather is on the way, so I figured I may as well harvest stuff anyway.
I have enough crammed in the fridge to fill a huge cooler, which is fine, because whatever doesn’t get used in today’s meal will go into Mom’s fridge.
But I still have a ton of stuff out in the garden. I picked three gallons of brussels sprouts, and that was only half of what’s out there.
It got down to 29f last night, so I had to go out there in my bathrobe and check on my plants ~ they all look fine, though the turnips were a bit wilty looking. And while I was out enjoying the cool breeze running up under my robe, I took my morning knife photos.
Do me a favor and have a stupendously fine Sabado. I’m gonna.
Edit: forgot to mention that I have had that Chicago Cutlery Traveller folding filet knife since about 19 and 82. ( that’s the way us old guys say it)
Another home run of a Christmas present from my lively wife. (I meant to type lovely wife, but lively works)
I love the way the walnut and brass pins have aged.