Thanksgiving Day Menu at Mongo’s House
Here’s the menu for Thanksgiving dinner in Mongo’s house this year. Most of it is not “Mongo Friendly” for one or more reasons, so he did not get to partake in most of it, except for some turkey. (and a little bacon, and maybe just a bit of cheese, and perhaps just a smidgen of pie crust, and of course just a dab of whipped cream.)
Formaggi
Crackers & soft cheese/ proscuitto & rosemary grissini/ nuts
served with prosecco
Apertivo
Bacon-wrapped/cheese-stuffed dates
served with prosecco
Antipasto
Wild mushroom mini-tarts (Fall is chanterelle season in Washington)
served with sauvignon blanc
Primo
Wild mushroom & barley soup (more chanterelles)
served with sauvignon blanc
Secondo
Turkey and the fixins
served with chardonnay
Insalata
Mixed greens
Dolce et Cafe
Pumpkin pie or tiramisu
Mongo did get a plate of whipped cream for dessert. He loves to hear the sound of the can. It brings him running faster than any dog whistle.
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- Bacon wrapped dates & wild mushroom mini-tarts
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- Home made wild mushroom and barley soup
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- Turkey and the fixins
Pomme de Terre
Mongo loves apples. Mongo hunts for fallen apples from the Fourth of July through the first days of winter. But not only does he like red and yellow apples, which the French call pommes. He is also very fond of what the French call the “pomme de terre”, i.e. the potato.
Today, Dad came home to find Mongo looking rather guilty.
“Ok buddy, what badness did you do today?” Dad looked around the kitchen and something on the other side of the table caught his eye.
Pommes Sauvages – Redoux
Mongo had finished all the apples again. Dad and he were finishing a walk back from the school, when Dad led him over to the apple tree again. Mongo just stared at Dad reluctantly as Dad leapt over the bar ditch once again.
“It’s OK buddy. It’s pitch black and rainy. There won’t be any yellow jackets around tonight.” Hubris hung heavy in the air.
Pommes Sauvages – Continued
Mongo learns quickly, maybe quicker than Dad. They was almost out of apples at the house. As Dad, Spork, and Mongo exited the school yard, they crossed the road to the wild apple tree. Dad dropped the leashes and leapt over the bar ditch to the base of the tree. He turned around to look behind him.
Mongo stood on the other side of the road, giving Dad a dubious look that said, “No way, Jose!”
“Not taking any chances with yellow jackets, eh buddy?” Dad began to gather apples. Read More…
Pommes Sauvages
Mongo loves apples. When he and Dad go on walks, Mongo will scoop the ground apples up from under the neighborhood trees and bring them home for snacks. Dad will typically grab a couple of apples off the overhanging branches as they walk by, and put them away for Mongo treats.
Today, Dad and Mongo learned the downside of feral apple gathering. Mongo and Dad stopped under a tree to pick up some treats, but they were not the only ones to have that idea.
Mongo and Mushrooms
The winter rains had finally returned to Seattle. There would still be some very nice weather in the fall season, but the long dry summer had ended.
With just a sprinkle of water, the grass had started to green up. As Mongo, Spork, and Dad walked down the alley to the school yard, Mongo began rustling the grass and taking big bites of the new green blades. Dad remarked to himself that some little mushrooms had even popped up with just one night’s rain.
Mongo was so excited at the appearance of fresh grass, he gobbled up big mouthfuls of greenery all the way to the school.
When the crew got home, Dad fed the doggies, and fired up his coffee machine. Then Dad went to the door and asked “Who wants to get the paper?”
Mongo Tries to Make Popcorn Again
Dad came home to find a very guilty looking Mongo.
“Hi Buddy. What badness did you do today?” asked Dad cheerfully. Mongo was holding Puppy in his mouth, so the response was garbled. However, Mongo was acting very guilty, so Dad just followed him as he slunk out of the kitchen and into the living room.
There in the living room, right in the middle of the persian rug, was a pile of open bottles and shakers. These things had all been in a cabinet. Dad wondered if Mr. M had figured out how to open cabinet doors. If so, Dad had a lot of childproof locks to install. Or Drewbie could have left the cabinet open. That might be a more plausible explanation. Dad would have to ask him when Drewbie woke up.
At that moment, Mongo sidled up to a cardboard box on the floor in the kitchen. Mom-mom had been cleaning out a cabinet and had put several expired items from the cabinet into a box for disposal. Mongo had gone shopping in the box.
Mongo’s gallery
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