Turkey Schmurkey

Yesterday I made turkey dinner. I used Martha's recipe for Maple Turkey but substituted dry white wine for the water. I made cranberry stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans and cranberry compote and of course gravy. I had high expectations of this turkey. While fanatically basting it every 15 minutes with maple syrup I dreamed of the moment I would bite in and for the first time in my life actually enjoy the turkey. (I hate turkey). I thought surely all of the wine and maple syrup would mask the turkey-ness. Sadly, it was not to be. The turkey, although tender and rather attractive, tasted like turkey. (surprised??!). The stuffing was good, the mashed potatoes very good. The gravey was so so. I was disappointed. I have come to a final decision, I hate turkey.

I also hate eggs. I have tried, ferociously, to like them. I have had them every which way and almost came to like a certain fritatta in the summer. Alas, the fight has been in vain. A recent frittata experience confirmed I simply hate eggs.

I did however learn that I sort of like pecan pie. I have lived all of my 29+ years without trying pecan pie. I decided that I would rather try this then make pumpking pie (which I am not a huge fan of) and having had an apple pie last week, didn't think I was up to repeating the experience. I looked at the recipe and saw corn syrup, brown sugar, eggs (ew) and pecans... DH confirmed that it tasted somewhat like the pecan sundae at DQ which I love so I was sold. Substitute maple syrup for the corn syrup and the results were yummy. I like it. I found it to be a bit, well, eggy.

And finally, it appears that I might be allergic to espresso. I think there is a certain irony in the fact that I finally obtained an espresso maker only to potentially not be able to drink it. Now that I own one, I am drinking it daily. A week ago I was at a colleague's house (she has no kids and her house was immaculate and beautifully reno'd, cool, sophisticated and stylish - like her and I was in awe) and she was telling me about how she had this unfortunate and new allergy to coffee and how it just about killed her to cut it out. I made some sort of "sucks to be you" type comment thinking smugly, "gee I'm glad that isn't me!". A few days later, battling the same eczema for weeks, I pondered what I had been consuming regularly that might be the cause... milk? hmm, no haven't been having that regularly except in my.... crud. There it is. I cut the coffee out... and sure enough stupid rash is clearing up. Good times people. Ah well, it could be worse, I could be allergic to red wine.

Trick or treating is going on... 2 for you, one for me. Not helping the waistline! and I still have NOT gone to the gym. so much for motivation by public shame.