Feast

 It was a feast in mid-winter, the food was real good,

We had turkey and fixin's in a house build of wood,

Our builder has kindly done way more the he should,

With great thanks we feasted him, so down in his belly he understood.

Sue Cook back cooking on The Pilchuck. Isn't that gravy?

We were dedicated to the task of giving a home-cooked feast of thanks to our general contractor, Phil. In the six years since the house burned to the ground, Phil has tirelessly watched the property, replaced the gate and its locks numerous times, chased off malicious trespassers and fought with the county permitting bureaucracies to get this rebuild off the ground.

I happen to know his favorite meal is a roasted turkey. Sue and I planned to honor Phil's efforts above and beyond what any other contractor would have done for us with a feast. It would be like Thanksgiving, only in January.

We shopped all over Arlington looking for a post-holiday turkey. We eventually
found 3 at Safeway. Entre secured, we had an easier time with the sweet potatoes, breaded stuffing, green bean casserole, cranberries and of course, Sue's exceptional home-baked pumpkin pie (with a dollop of whipped cream).

One of Phil's recent tales of woe; he cooked a recent Thanksgiving dinner and had his bitchy ex-wife crash the event with her boyfriend and when she left his table, she took all of the leftovers which Phil was looking forward to savoring in the coming days. For some justice and compensation, we sent Phil home with more than plenty of the leftovers this time. 

Phil deserves some good. And without a doubt, Sue served up some good home cooking in our new kitchen (installed by Phil).