Boxing Day Blowout

Boxing Day started with a real blowout but not the kind you are thinking of. I slept solidly and found a flaw in my bed positioning that was causing my neck discomfort. I got up at seven, though I could have made it until eight. The plan was that Mother was going to try another breakfast dish but she had forgotten to pre-cook some rice so we decided to deal with Big T’s samidges. I brought up the pork patties and some hash browns and he started. It was a couple minutes in when I realized he was clueless how to make them. He must have not watched the instructional video. I should have known when he didn’t know where the single samidge maker was. I stepped in. I defrosted their English muffins, cooked the patties more appropriately and got things moving. I grabbed the sriracha ranch dipping sauce and gave it a shake as I have done hundreds of times since discovering it. The result was much different today. The lid was not affixed to the bottle by a previous user and the sauce exited the bottle in a prolific fashion. I was in the kitchen and this stuff got everywhere. It was truly incredible the coverage. Got on nearly every surface, on the underside of tables, around corners, on moving animals. Unbelievable. Mother and I were laughing but Big T turned it into a fight that escalated to the point I threatened to pack up and leave immediately. Not pleasant breakfast conversation. He cleaned a part and then started eating and left the room. The winner was Mother who got her kitchen partially deep cleaned. We cleaned it up and ate. Tensions were still high.

I separated myself from the situation and worked on Musings while the T went to get a tractor to clean snow with. The sun came out so I flew the drone. It was the first good opportunity to do it all week. I got some footage of the snow and the driveway being cleaned too. Afterwards The Big T and I went down to the farm and we propped up a sagging building and cleaned up some rampant brush.

Next we tried to start the old motorcycle. We eliminated the electrical system as the cause of the inability to start but couldn’t find any flaw in the fuel system. In the end it didn’t start and we don’t know why. Big T thinks he might have to bring it to a proper mechanic. That will have to be his problem for later.

We came home and had a tremendous homemade pea soup featuring turkey legs. We added a sprinkle of shredded cheese for bonus flavour. I also ate some of the Shepard’s Pie leftovers to help them out. We watched some garbage on TV together then all separated for naps. I didn’t get to nap, watched some YouTube instead and packed up my stuff in preparation for departure. After the break we watched the most of a Few Good Men before settling in for a new dinner experience for me. We had spaghetti squash chicken parm.

The meal was fantastic. The stringy delight of the squash peeled off the hull to take the place of the pasta and the tangy marinara and breaded chicken tenders rounded out the flavour train. We cleaned up and had dessert before settling in to watch the House marathon and check the Canadian Junior score (no concerns there, big lead). It was some nice family time. The squash played a role in the evening’s entertainment, I’ll leave it at that.