Friday, November 27, 2009

Communal Living

Hey, so now that I remembered that I have a blog, I suppose I should give an update. I realize there's probably noone who reads this anymore, but in case someone stumbles upon this site ten years from now, carries it up from the google vault and dusts it off, I should give a brief summary of the missing 6 months.

Life has been busy. We moved into the VDP with 4 other people on the first weekend in may, began to become more involved in our church, MACC, found out the missus was pregnant, then a short while later I started the third year of medical school, which has been a wild ride all by itself.

There are 7 (almost 8) of us in the house. There are many reasons to live in community. I may at some point sit down and try to explain why we do. For now suffice to say we feel it has been a great experience.

And now the cast of characters in our little play.

1. me.
2. my wife. balloon like belly, about to pop. Ready for number two. SHe's the cook and cleaning lady rolled into one. As the only person in the house all day every day, she ends up doing the most work around the house. And everyone appreciates that.
3. Big B-15 months old now, acquiring an independent identity, standing, playing, moving around. Just popped his first tooth.
4. MJ-guitar playing engineer, good sport and general chief of new ideas. Part owner of Detroit's newest community garden, cook, part time meat smoker, and connoisseur of any and every thing you can be a connoisseur of.
5. The Sellinator-newly engaged hockey playing medical student. Deer killer extraordinaire, selfless dish washer and infective laugher. Once bounced a goldfish off a balloon and caught it in his mouth. Never hesitates to watch Big B by himself or with the Shoes to give the missus and I a break.
6. The Shoe-married to Mrs. Shoe. Would give you the shirt off his back if he thought you might ask for it. Game winner, peacemaker, appliance fixer, and king of racquetball. The kids next door knock every day and ask for the Shoe because he is the nicest person in the house and makes time for them.
7. Mrs. Shoe-married to the Shoe. PA student, graduates this spring. Gift giver, hard worker, queen of shopping, kind spirit. I have to say that Mrs Shoe is the person in this house most tormented by my idiosyncrasies, so I have to give her a shout out for her patience.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving

This year we couldn't travel home for thanksgiving. We could have driven to Ann Arbor, but instead we decided to have thanksgiving meal here in Detroit with our neighbors.
The last time I wrote in this space we didn't even live in this house. Now we do...there are seven of us in the house with one more on the way. We have gotten to know our neighbors fairly well. So the half the house staying in Detroit decided to celebrate thanksgiving with them. We had a great time with our friends, it has been a blessing to get to know them over the last few months.
My contribution was a turkey and some mashed potatoes. We went out Monday night and bought all the materials for this

Yep you guessed it. A smoker made out of two flower pots and a hot plate and some wood chips and a grate. We considered trying to convert a weber grill or building it out of a metal trash can. In the end we went with the terracotta in an attempt to replicate a ceramic smoker. Here is the result:

I know it doesn't look like much, but it was delicious. The brine and the rub conspired to hold the moisture in, and the hickory smoke penetrated well. It was quite tasty. Of course smoked turkey doesn't really give that traditional turkey taste. So we roasted a turkey in the oven too. The only difficult thing about the meal was that one our housemates is a bit of an iconoclast, so he did his best to make sure that no tradition was left intact. But it all worked out. The turkey we did in the oven tasted just like it does every thanksgiving(the smoked turkey was good, but just didn't cut it for thanksgiving flavor), and the mashed potatoes and stuffing were good.
Also the little guy got dressed up for the party. All in all it was a good day.