* clarified butter
* dredged oysters in flour & pepper
* dipped in egg white
* dredged in old French bread bread crumbs and panko crumbs
* drained on paper bags
and then because my timing was off, i put them in the toaster oven to keep warm -- but i think the additional baking helped with the crispiness.
I mixed the sorrel mayonnaise with the cooked and hot peas, plated the oysters on the peas. This was very pleasing.
It was plenty of bother, but worth it.
For Thanksgiving i'm going to prepare mussels that have been sitting in my freezer for months and months since buying them on a whim. I just never found i time when i wanted to make something fussy just for me - and picking the mussels out of the shells while eating seems to demand a more socail meal. Dad and Christine both were not interested. My sister's family are a bit more adventurous, so this is a good time to fix them. And, it turns out mussels were likely part of the early Massachusetts feasts, so approproate. I found this recipe with apple cider that sounds like a pleasure. https://taylorshellfishfarms.com/blog/recipes/mussels/mussels-steamed-in-cider-and-cream
I'm also bringing a pumpkin pie - i'm going to try fixing the squash from scratch.
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Yesterday i planted an order of daffodil bulbs from Brent and Becky's bulbs: how large an beautiful were the bulbs! I ordered classic daffodils, trumpets and large cups, a selection each for early, mid, and late spring. I had planted some very fun daffodils shortly after we moved in, but i realized i miss the classics.
I also finally planted the Asclepias incarnata (rose milkweed) and Amsonia tabernaemontana (possibly a hybrid and not species selection - "Blue ice"). I didn't get the trees in, and my puttering around this midday doesn't promise much digging either. I will probably go mow. Ive needed to for a while but various combinations of needing to rake (because the electric mulching mower is not that great at mulching) and rain has held me back.
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Marlowe is at the vet for her spay. She'll come home with a cone tonight.
I keep saying "Greycie Lou" -- our cat who died so suddenly during the summer of 2018. Marlowe's lithe body and happiness to leap to high places reminds of of all of Greycie's energy.
This is also posted at https://elainegrey.dreamwidth.org/787270.html .