Can Can

We don’t have to visit Paris for the can can!

WHAT? Can Can? Have I landed in the Moulin Rouge?

Mais, non. Paris is a long way off. I just got to thinking about that dance while preparing my “Thanksgiving feast”. And then I got to thinking of Offenbach!

For my dinner I decided to fix boxed mac n cheese. I wanted to put in some peas. The frozen ones that I have were frozen too solid, and I didn’t want to wait for them to thaw enough for me to get out only a half-cup of them (I was just back from a bicycle ride, and getting hungry!). So I opened a can — or tin, as the British say — of peas.

I didn’t have a turkey to roast, so I opened a tin of chicken to add to the mac n cheese. It wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without cranberry, so I opened a tin of cranberry sauce. Sweet potatoes make a nice foil to the tartness of cranberry — you guessed it. I opened a tin of sweet potatoes.

The fancied-up mac n cheese, with cranberry and sweet potato, made a very nice meal, with some pimiento-stuffed olives on the side. Of course that negated the calorie burn I achieved while riding!

Today I got in 16.10 miles. At one point in my route, there are homes whose backyards abut the foot of the levee. Someone had at least one live turkey in the yard! I heard it gobbling, and saw it with its tail spread into the famous turkey fan. I can’t say whether the bird was a pet or … dinner.

Getting back home was pretty tough. As all too often happens, I had a headwind. That’s when I have to keep telling myself, I can, can, can.