OFF.
The gravy stock is on, our turkey breast is barely thawed (it’s got skin, a tail, a cavity, and more than I expected! It’s BOTH sides, I woulda stuffed it had I known…) and it’s quiet.
Grateful for that, my neighbor Cindy (from 8th grade Falmouth!) who hooked us up with some flour for the gravy roux, and gentle hiss and sputter of the pressure cooker. (I have some chicken bones for gravy)
Tempted to put some music on, but the soundtrack of the Harpbin is delightful, sparse yet full. (ha, as the sump pump in the “basement” quickly cycles, yah, it rained!!!))
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