Yesterday morning, a friend who's been very sympathetic, even to the point of treating me more or less as human, who's also in the choir, bleeped me on facebook to invite me to dinner after Mass.
It was delightful. Anyway, good conversation, good food, good company.
Today being Sunday there was just the one mass, the Solemn one, at 11, without choir. I decided to go; it'd occupy 2.5 hours including travel time. It's nice to have time to actually think about things like the Incarnation, without rushing to learn music, etc.
And then home again. I had taken the bird down from the freezer yesterday, and this morning I put it in brine. Thanks to wndl, the slow-cooker is big enough for a whole chicken. So the French Guinea Hen I procured (apparently the smaller Cornish Game variety were sold out), at 2/3 or so the size of an adult chicken, fit easily.
Stuffing with bread, sausage, and herbs, check. Warmed over (from yesterday) roasted butternut squash with cranberries, check. Roasted Guinea hen, with some stuffing inside, and the rest in a separate dish, roasted. Cranberry sauce (with a pomegranate and a tangerine in it). Brussels sprouts, steamed (but not quite long enough. Mmm, chewy). And a mashed potato. Kind of bland. I should learn to make gravy.
Here's the photographic evidence:
The above photo was taken with my gift-to-self new iPod Touch, replacing a 2nd generation one that was getting flaky and elderly (4 years is like forever in dog years). Twitchiness supplied by the author, and is in no way the responsibility of Apple, its subsidiaries, or other sweepstakes entities.
While waiting for the bird to cook, I phoned my mother to wish her and Dad Merry Christmas on the actual day. We did the big family thing a week ago when I was there.
It's been a good holiday. I'm hoping to attend mass at the Society of Saint John the Evangelist Tuesday, which is the feast of the said Saint John the Evangelist (to whom the gospel is imputed). There's something comforting about their chapel, stark stone that is is, and the lifestyle there, where they routinely address issues like solitude and loneliness. Which, to be sure, are endemic in our society.
And there were a few snowflakes in the air this morning. Nothing stuck, but it was pleasant to be reminded of snow, even so.
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