We didn't celebrate this year because I had decided to come down with the Rhinoceros cold not meant for smaller mammals like myself. Either that or it was Covshhh (we must pretend it doesn't exist because it's bad for the economy.) Weeks of misery, no appetite, splitting headaches (I know where all of my sinuses are now) and just when all the symptoms stopped I managed a new one; coughing fits so severe that it made my stomach cramp. Anyone else have this or know what this thing was that's going around the globe because people aren't masking?
Spouse did a mini Thanksgiving and bought some turkey breasts and thigh quarters, with mashed potatoes. I mean she cooked both. I don't like tea anymore.
I made Schnirkel sandwiches the next day. At least that's what I call them now.
"You mean Schnitzel?" spouse asked watching me.
No. Schnitzel turkey. Schnirkel.
That would be Turkey Schnitzel. You forgot the breadcrumbs.
No I did not. They'll irritate my throat and then I can't eat my Schnirkel.
The Schnirkel sandwich consists of herbed butter, a little lemon juice and sliced tomato. The Schnirkel goes inside the sandwich as well. Somewhere. It's quite good unless one wants taste to taste like taste after the great Rhino cold of 25'.
I'm pretty certain it's long Rhino Covsshh, since I'm not making a lot of sense and am going back to bed, after I eat my tasteless Schnirkel.
Happy belated Thanksgiving, everyone.
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