That was kind of you, Ruth, and I am sure she appreciated it.
Mr Heavenly’s company (in the UK) had Thanksgiving off to celebrate a new business deal they made with a US company this year. I will make him a belated chocolate chess pie.
I have just finished the baking and food prep for our family Thanksgiving feast tomorrow at grandson Little Beaky/ Huxley's home. They have more space than we do and also access to our house is now impossible for his wheelchair 😬 and all his medical equipment is there. He loves Family gatherings and before he had to move to being tube fed Thanksgiving food was his favourite. He will be able to have tastes of things if his airway is ok.
I'm now tired but happy 😍
I'm getting an error 403 message when I try to look at the recipe. Happening on the phone and the laptop.
Check your messages.
And I should note something I’ve just realized: The recipe I linked to calls for 2 oz. semi-sweet bakers chocolate. My mother always used 1 oz. unsweetened bakers chocolate, so that’s how I make it. It’s quite chocolaty enough.
I could have sworn that when I’d seen the Angus Barn recipe in the past, it was exactly like my mother’s. (It’s probably where she got it from.) So, take your pick.
And if you use salted butter, then you don’t need the dash of salt.
In modern English, a decided Atlantic rift in usage has developed. In America, the word tart tends to indicate a small individual open pastry case with a sweet, usually fruit filling. In Britain, this usage survives in the particular context of jam tarts, but on the whole tart refers to a larger version of this, with a jam, fruit, or custard filling, that is cut into slices for serving, or to a similar fruit-filled pastry case with a crust—in other words, a fruit pie.
Whether there is a top crust is irrelevant to whether its called a pie in the US. A pie can have a top crust (often the case with fruit pies), nothing on top (often the case with custard pies and chess pies), or something else on top, like the meringue on a key lime pie. They’re all “pies” here.
In fact for specific American pies that are known over here we would still call them pies even if according to our own naming standards they would be tarts. I'm thinking of lemon meringue pie and banoffee pie in particular. (Although to be fair I'd never really considered the former to be an American import...been eating it all my life!)
In fact for specific American pies that are known over here we would still call them pies even if according to our own naming standards they would be tarts. I'm thinking of lemon meringue pie and banoffee pie in particular. (Although to be fair I'd never really considered the former to be an American import...been eating it all my life!)
I’ve never encountered banoffee pie in the US; I’ve only heard of it on the Great British Bake Off. Wikipedia says it is indeed British.
In modern English, a decided Atlantic rift in usage has developed. In America, the word tart tends to indicate a small individual open pastry case with a sweet, usually fruit filling. In Britain, this usage survives in the particular context of jam tarts, but on the whole tart refers to a larger version of this, with a jam, fruit, or custard filling, that is cut into slices for serving, or to a similar fruit-filled pastry case with a crust—in other words, a fruit pie.
Whether there is a top crust is irrelevant to whether its called a pie in the US. A pie can have a top crust (often the case with fruit pies), nothing on top (often the case with custard pies and chess pies), or something else on top, like the meringue on a key lime pie. They’re all “pies” here.
In fact for specific American pies that are known over here we would still call them pies even if according to our own naming standards they would be tarts. I'm thinking of lemon meringue pie and banoffee pie in particular. (Although to be fair I'd never really considered the former to be an American import...been eating it all my life!)
Yes, on my one trip to England in 1994, I saw “American Banoffee Pie” in Tesco, and I’d never heard of that in my life.
I had actually been feeling very ill since the end of October. It had gotten to the point where I could not even eat an egg for breakfast without throwing. Mrs. Gramps and I drove over to the West Side on Wednesday. We had eaten at Ellensburg. I ordered two eggs poached--they came out baked. Ate half of an egg and a glass of milk, but could not finish any more. We completed our trip to Mt. Vernon. I had two cans of Sprite that night. Thanksgiving morning, I told Mrs. Gramps I wanted to go to the hospital ER. They filled me with two litres of saline and some antibiotics. My urine came out red, so they did a CT scan that showed a stone in my gallbladder. So, I stayed overnight. They ended up taking out two gallstones Friday evening. Another overnight stay in the hospital. Discharged at noon today.
Follow on plans: will contact my primary care provider to begin the process of removing my gallbladder removal. I hope to get it done before Christmas. Will mean more life changes.
Went to the pharmacy at the grocery store after discharge. Imagine eating very little for two months and then nearly a week of liquid diet at the most, and going into an American grocery store.
Still cannot eat much.
Family tells me they had a Great Thanksgiving, though.
I’m so sorry you’ve had, and have, all of that to deal with, @Gramps49!
Thank you @Nick Tamen. What gets to me is how gradual it started, and I just became adjusted to it up unto the end. Even when I was in the ER, they were asking me how much I was in pain. I told them a two and they looked as if I was crazy. When the surgeon did the abdominal exam, she could feel the stone, but when she pressed on the area to see if I was in pain, I had to tell her I felt very little. But now that they are out, I notice quite a difference.
She ordered some painkiller, but I do not think I will need to take them.
It could be just me. I shattered an ankle once. When I went to the ER they asked me how much pain I was in. I told them a three.
Oh no! Sorry to hear that. Hope your recovery is thorough and speedy!
However, I was also concerned that I'd missed a significant Shipmate event when you had posted on the Alone thread in Epiphanies. Reading these newer references:
Mrs. Gramps and I drove over to the West Side on Wednesday... Thanksgiving morning, I told Mrs. Gramps I wanted to go to the hospital
reassures me that you are not currently experiencing, uh, The Very Big Alone that others on that thread are discussing. Peace and health to you and Mrs. Gramps.
Speaking as someone who had to have their gallbladder removed, you have my sympathies, and having my gallbladder removed really improved my quality of life. I hadn’t realised how accustomed I’d got to pain around food. The aftermath of surgery is never a barrel of laughs but it’s a key hole surgery with a relatively quick recovery time.
Oh no! Sorry to hear that. Hope your recovery is thorough and speedy!
However, I was also concerned that I'd missed a significant Shipmate event when you had posted on the Alone thread in Epiphanies. Reading these newer references:
Mrs. Gramps and I drove over to the West Side on Wednesday... Thanksgiving morning, I told Mrs. Gramps I wanted to go to the hospital
reassures me that you are not currently experiencing, uh, The Very Big Alone that others on that thread are discussing. Peace and health to you and Mrs. Gramps.
Thanks for your concern. I know it looked like I dropped off the face of the earth for the last few days. The hospital was supposed to have an Internet, but it is down. I do not have SOF on my phone. Besides I am not good at thumb typing.
About the only thing I am looking at with dread right now is having to revert to a non fat diet. I do like my ice cream and cake. Don't really like wheat bread either.
Glad to hear the worst is over, Gramps. It's hard to say how it will shake down for you - we're all different. My wife and I both gave up our gall bladders (at different times...) She can, and does, eat anything she wants, but any suggestion of pork cripples me. May you be one of the lucky ones!
Glad to hear the worst is over, Gramps. It's hard to say how it will shake down for you - we're all different. My wife and I both gave up our gall bladders (at different times...) She can, and does, eat anything she wants, but any suggestion of pork cripples me. May you be one of the lucky ones!
The nonfat diet is supposed to be two to four weeks.
Ate a small plate of thanksgiving tonight. Had a roll with butter, could not eat the butter.
I was under the impression that actual removal of the gallbladder wasn't much done these days.
I had mine removed 40(ish) years ago, before the days of keyhole surgery. The thought of a particular dish made me feel ill for several years afterwards, but other than avoiding that, I reverted to, and still eat, the high fat diet I was brought up on.
No medical person ever told me that I should cut fats out of my diet - at least not until I was diagnosed with NAFLD 3or4 years ago, and that was said in an oblique manner that indicated that he thought he was wasting his breath.
So sorry to hear you've been poorly, Gramps. I remember my mother-in-law saying that gallstones were more painful than childbirth, so I expect you've had a rough time!
Finally home. Thank you all for your concern. I also appreciate hearing of others experiences regarding their gallbladder removal. I know everyone's experience is different, but it is encouraging to know of the good outcomes. Will update as time goes on.
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I'm getting an error 403 message when I try to look at the recipe. Happening on the phone and the laptop.
Mr Heavenly’s company (in the UK) had Thanksgiving off to celebrate a new business deal they made with a US company this year. I will make him a belated chocolate chess pie.
I'm now tired but happy 😍
And I should note something I’ve just realized: The recipe I linked to calls for 2 oz. semi-sweet bakers chocolate. My mother always used 1 oz. unsweetened bakers chocolate, so that’s how I make it. It’s quite chocolaty enough.
I could have sworn that when I’d seen the Angus Barn recipe in the past, it was exactly like my mother’s. (It’s probably where she got it from.) So, take your pick.
And if you use salted butter, then you don’t need the dash of salt.
In fact for specific American pies that are known over here we would still call them pies even if according to our own naming standards they would be tarts. I'm thinking of lemon meringue pie and banoffee pie in particular. (Although to be fair I'd never really considered the former to be an American import...been eating it all my life!)
I wouldn't put potato on a lemon meringue pie!
Yes, on my one trip to England in 1994, I saw “American Banoffee Pie” in Tesco, and I’d never heard of that in my life.
I had actually been feeling very ill since the end of October. It had gotten to the point where I could not even eat an egg for breakfast without throwing. Mrs. Gramps and I drove over to the West Side on Wednesday. We had eaten at Ellensburg. I ordered two eggs poached--they came out baked. Ate half of an egg and a glass of milk, but could not finish any more. We completed our trip to Mt. Vernon. I had two cans of Sprite that night. Thanksgiving morning, I told Mrs. Gramps I wanted to go to the hospital ER. They filled me with two litres of saline and some antibiotics. My urine came out red, so they did a CT scan that showed a stone in my gallbladder. So, I stayed overnight. They ended up taking out two gallstones Friday evening. Another overnight stay in the hospital. Discharged at noon today.
Follow on plans: will contact my primary care provider to begin the process of removing my gallbladder removal. I hope to get it done before Christmas. Will mean more life changes.
Went to the pharmacy at the grocery store after discharge. Imagine eating very little for two months and then nearly a week of liquid diet at the most, and going into an American grocery store.
Still cannot eat much.
Family tells me they had a Great Thanksgiving, though.
Thank you @Nick Tamen. What gets to me is how gradual it started, and I just became adjusted to it up unto the end. Even when I was in the ER, they were asking me how much I was in pain. I told them a two and they looked as if I was crazy. When the surgeon did the abdominal exam, she could feel the stone, but when she pressed on the area to see if I was in pain, I had to tell her I felt very little. But now that they are out, I notice quite a difference.
She ordered some painkiller, but I do not think I will need to take them.
It could be just me. I shattered an ankle once. When I went to the ER they asked me how much pain I was in. I told them a three.
Oh no! Sorry to hear that. Hope your recovery is thorough and speedy!
However, I was also concerned that I'd missed a significant Shipmate event when you had posted on the Alone thread in Epiphanies. Reading these newer references:
reassures me that you are not currently experiencing, uh, The Very Big Alone that others on that thread are discussing. Peace and health to you and Mrs. Gramps.
Thanks for your concern. I know it looked like I dropped off the face of the earth for the last few days. The hospital was supposed to have an Internet, but it is down. I do not have SOF on my phone. Besides I am not good at thumb typing.
@Doublethink
About the only thing I am looking at with dread right now is having to revert to a non fat diet. I do like my ice cream and cake. Don't really like wheat bread either.
The nonfat diet is supposed to be two to four weeks.
Ate a small plate of thanksgiving tonight. Had a roll with butter, could not eat the butter.
I had mine removed 40(ish) years ago, before the days of keyhole surgery. The thought of a particular dish made me feel ill for several years afterwards, but other than avoiding that, I reverted to, and still eat, the high fat diet I was brought up on.
No medical person ever told me that I should cut fats out of my diet - at least not until I was diagnosed with NAFLD 3or4 years ago, and that was said in an oblique manner that indicated that he thought he was wasting his breath.
Prayers ascending that the surgery goes well!