When we rented this half-house, we were pleasantly surprised to find this kitchen feature: a hemi-oven right above the regular oven. Most all the time, we never need the big one and have been happily saving energy (and it heats to temperature much faster) all this time. Then, lo and behold, the night before we want to cook our Thanksgiving day 12 pound turkey, we find that the big oven is broken. A call to the landlord Wednesday did not remedy this in time. Judd taught himself (actually Youtube taught Judd) how to spatchcock a turkey. We don't have kitchen shears so Judd deftly wielded our sharpest knife so he could flay and splay our bird. We just tucked the stuffing underneath and it all fit in the top oven. All the usual sides: pearled onions, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, cranberry relish,pumpkin pie, pecan pie and apple crisp. On Thanksgiving morning a flock of ducks showed up on our creek. We've never seen them before--maybe they were hiding out lest they become someone's dinner for the day.

We've encountered a new weather phenomenon: frozen fog. The bastardized Shoshone word is pogonip. (see below) For almost a whole week, it was 26-31 degrees, day and night. With some kind of inversion where the fog stays down close to the land, all the precipitation dripping on everything freezes. It makes the trees look like they're flocked without it ever snowing. It makes the porches/roads look like an ice storm. (Not to be confused with ice fog which is an Alaska thing.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_fog
We may yet have to buy a shovel and some ice melt. For now, my studded tires are on for the season.