I bought some turkey nuggets on a stick, once. They had turkey, stuffing, and a sprinkle of sage flavoring mixed up in them.

I always thought they should have tossed in a bit of cranberry sauce.

I bought some turkey nuggets on a stick, once. They had turkey, stuffing, and a sprinkle of sage flavoring mixed up in them.

My new mission: figure out how to make a vegan version of this. With cranberry.

Tofurkey, stuffing, sage, Cranberries in the stuffing?

I wonder if I could have just dipped them in cranberry?

I've got a recipe for chickpea cutlets that I think I could modify to be the nuggets part -- it's mashed chickpeas, wheat gluten, bread crumbs, and some spices.

Dissertation Purgatory continues. Today I am going to sit in Starbucks on a caffeine drip until I've coded all my discourse analysis material. Then I'm calling participants (university physiotherapy course heads of department) to try to get them to agree to set an actual time for telephone interviews. I've never met people less able to reply to e-mails than these two department heads.

I've got a recipe for chickpea cutlets that I think I could modify to be the nuggets part -- it's mashed chickpeas, wheat gluten, bread crumbs, and some spices.

This sounds great! I really should try some vegetarian cooking. (By which I mean that The Girl should try it. Of course.)

Husband up at 5:30 because the dogsMooshu wanted out but decided he was going to also take a shower because he did something to his back a few days ago and has been in huge pain. Mooshu, thinking he's going to get breakfast, is quiet while Lewis showers, but the minute he starts moving around again, starts whimpering and planting himself in places guaranteed to make Lewis trip. Which sets Lewis to cursing and grumbling at him. Mind you, I didn't hear ANY of this until Lewis started stomping about and cursing and grumbling. And while he can go back to sleep after being awakened, I can't, unfortunately, so that meant I had to get up on a day when I maybe could have actually slept a little later because both kids are sick and Abby's not going to school.

I think I'm going to kill something/one this morning. If the people in this house have any sense, they'll leave me be until the coffee's kicked in.

Ma for the swift excommunication of the skull lutherans. And for Barb's family having the sense to avoid the same fate.

Connie's husband at least would have anesthesia.

And forgive me for not saying so earlier, being in the throes of HULK! SMASH!, but much ~ma to you and the hubby, Connie.

Connie, may the Inquisition in your DH's skull go well.

Barb, the morning in your house sounds vaguely like the morning in my house. Only the dog goes back to bed after being fed, usually in the spot I've had to vacate to feed her. My sympathies.

I had my first Facebook notification of the death of someone in my high school class (no hair pats necessary, we weren't close friends although we did spend lots of time together in the same group of friends and I haven't spoken to him in 20+ years) and it was sort of unseemly in that there seemed to be a bit of a race to be the one to break the news to the group. Also, I asked for an address to which to send a note, and the person who posted just told me to send an email to his mother. It doesn't feel right to send my sympathies that way.