The Peperium pies are half done. So it's almost turkey time at our house. Except we're not having turkey at home. We have turkey down the street. So it's time to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving.
Now, two big things besides wishing you all well. Tomorrow, the next day or maybe even the day after, Patum Peperium will receive it's 150,000 hit. Not bad considering I thought Mr. P would hit the big Five O before his blog hit the big One Five O, but hey, I'm not complaining. Neither is Mr. P. (He hits the big Five O in 4+ years from now)
The second thing is that I've we've located The New Bond. Well, the Card's wife located him. I just agree. Just listen for yourself. Oh, and here's a little more Opa on the Bondfire of the vanities...
Now, all of you, please be good Americans -that goes for you too Mr. Cusack and Mr. Wing Commander.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Mrs. P
I'm spending this Thanksgiving in Texas.
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My fifth Thanksgiving in a row spent in a foreign land.
Posted by: Andrew Cusack | November 22, 2006 at 06:14 PM
Speaking of turkeys, Mrs. P, you were the very first person I thought of when I asked myself, "Who do I know that might have a good Turkey Soup recipe?"
If you do, I'd be mighty obliged if you post it.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Posted by: Robert the Llama Butcher | November 22, 2006 at 07:14 PM
Mr. P just inspected all my pies and brownies and said, "Martha Stewart has nothing on you except a prison record, 20 years and 4 billion dollars."
Yes, Robert, I do have a turkey soup recipe. And a story that goes with it. I'll post it.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | November 22, 2006 at 08:41 PM
Chin up Andrew. The girls in Texas are very pretty. I believe Baroness Thatcher has a granddaughter or two there. They would be about your age...
Posted by: Mrs.Peperium | November 22, 2006 at 08:44 PM
I actually used to know two Texan girls, Episcopalians, who took me to a Tex/Mex restaurant in Paris when they found out I'd never sampled their national cuisine.
Posted by: Andrew Cusack | November 22, 2006 at 09:26 PM
Did they pay?
Posted by: Mrs.Peperium | November 22, 2006 at 10:00 PM
Good God no. What do you take me for?
Posted by: Andrew Cusack | November 22, 2006 at 10:56 PM
Thankee kindly, Mrs. P.
Are you sure those were real Texas girls? Having been a resident alien for some fifteen years, I learned to be extremely dubious of alleged Tex/Mex food found anywhere north of Austin or east of, say, Port Aransas. You certainly can't get the Real Thing in the Dee Cee area. Lawd knows what it must have been like so much farther afield.
The only well-travelled Tex/Mex I ever heard of came about because of the son of a guy in my father's medical practice. He went off to Vanderbilt and started a Tex/Mex place there. Apparently, he did so well that he opened a second store. Although I never visited his restaraunt, I know the food was authentic because he got the recipes from his family's Mexican maid. I'd tasted her cooking and it was quite good.
Posted by: Robert the Llama Butcher | November 23, 2006 at 09:22 AM
Andrew, it was what kind of girls I was taking them for...
Robert, my thoughts exactly. Tex-Mex is Paris does not sound promising but the best Indian I ever had was in Tokyo and the best sushi was in the middle of the dessert (Scottsdale).
Posted by: Mrs.Peperium | November 24, 2006 at 10:48 AM