I think I was in a food coma yesterday; and maybe still am today. I feel brain-dead; and the gloomy skies are no help.

My sister-in-law and nephew arrived Monday; and we visited a local farmers’ market the next day. There is still plenty of produce left from that trip. My brother came Wednesday evening, and there was a lot of kitchen activity going on — and there’s still a LOT of stuff for me to use up. 

We had a plan to make a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving. My brother even shipped a pumpkin here; but it didn’t arrive until yesterday. We tried to bake the pumpkin in the oven so we could mash it for pie filling; and it wasn’t working well. The squash had gotten too dried up in transit; and we finally gave up on it. By then it was about 8 pm, too late to try making a pie using canned pumpkin.

Just now I’m not physially equal to buzzing around the kitchen doing a lot of cooking, thanks to my foot. Maybe a KneeRover would help with standing and walking; but I have a hunch that a KneeRover isn’t suited to sudden, quick turns. When you’re cooking, such movements are inevitable.

My brother and his family departed today. Now that I have my space back (things were rather crowded with four people in here), I need to do some non-weight bearing exercises to try to keep my  leg muscles toned. But not at the moment. This food coma needs to wear off first.