On Friday, I was eager to eat a cold turkey sandwich for lunch. Part of the nostagia for the holiday.

Had turkey for dinner, too, along with the rest of the leftovers.

Lunch and dinner on Saturday were turkey sandwiches.

Sunday was the same. The nostalgia is gone.

On Monday, we still had plenty of turkey in the fridge. But wife cooked up some thick slab bacon, and made turkey-bacon-guacamole pockets.

Delish.

Had turkey pockets again tonight, but with cheese instead of bacon. Also quite good.

And the turkey is gone. Mission accomplished.

Maybe I'll make some Scotch-Norwegian stew this week for something different.

Spent most of my lunch break shoveling snow. Or actually, chiseling snow.

The storm left us with 6-8" of the white stuff, and has not yet blown it around. But some one of our well-meaning neighbors (and I suspect I know who) went around town plowing sidewalks with his ATV.

I hate that.

Let me repeat that. I hate that.

Caught one of our neighbors plowing our walk several years ago with his ATV, and a little less than politely asked him to knock it off.

Yes, it is nice to have your walkway plowed. But I have found the only way to keep your walks clear throughout the entire winter is to keep them clear, from edge to edge, after each and every storm.

Let a little ice form, and you're screwed. The ice and packed snow will just build and build all winter, until you're left with narrow little footpaths that you can't even get a shovel on.

And the best way in the world to get ice build-up started on your walk?

Run a heavy little 4-wheeler down it with a blade on the front. Yes, it removes everything but the bottom inch or so, but that bottom layer gets compacted as hard as rock. Spent over an hour chiseling that layer off our walks, and only got about half.

To shovel the walks by hand would have taken less than 30 minutes, and they would now be dry, ready for the next storm.

So, our good samaritan gets to go home feeling like he's a good neighbor, and probably is telling his wife that his community service alone is justification enough for the multi-thousand dollar toy, er... I mean machine, that he bought.

Meanwhile, I am cursing him steadily, and will all winter of this stuff doesn't melt off. And trying to figure out where I could borrow some of the road spikes that the highway patrol uses to blow out tires.

For the next big storm.