stressed holiday shoppers pour down the street. Animals are snug in their beds. Crisp apple cider marks the season for children of all ages. Fall in Pawtuxet. Greetings and welcome in. You're right on time for the Pawtuxet General. Your podcast for all things Pawtuxet-ish. This week, we have an awful lot to share. So, let's get going. I would like to thank Albin Mosher, Esquire, for joining our Patreon subscribers. You fabulous Patreon subscribers make it possible to keep all this going, and we thank you. Our cocktail this week is a leftover pickle martini. Turkey pot pie and/or creamy, dreamy turkey soup is our recipe. The Pawtuxet River Trail is our featured spot, this week, and "The House in the Corner" series continues with "Paper Towels" or "Don't go in the Basement." You know, podcasting isn't hard when you have the right partners. The team at Buzz Sprout is passionate about helping you succeed. We switched over to Buzz Sprout, and they made our broadcast so much easier to get listed on every major podcast platform. Following the link in the show notes lets buzz Sprout know we sent you gets you a 20 dollar Amazon gift card if you sign up for a paid plan and help support our show. Join over 100,000 podcasters already using Buzz Sprout to get their message out into the world.
Leftover pickle martini:
Hey, you ever wonder on Friday what to do with Thanksgiving's pickle tray leftovers? Throw them out, you say? Heavens, no! My solution can be served singly or by the pitcher. It does look lovely in a pitcher. Now, this martini can either be gin or vodka and, also, works well with saki, instead of vermouth. I like a "three finger" martini, but yours can be any size you like. Chill your glass or pitcher, while your gin or vodka is chilling, on ice. Coat your glass with a few drops of saki or vermouth. Add one half a teaspoon of leftover pickle brine and the leftover pickles. Top with vodka or gin and garnish with the leftover pickle. Enjoy!
Creamy, dreamy Turkey:
for this recipe, you'll need; carrots, celery, onions, garlic, potatoes, turkey and turkey broth, flour, salt and pepper, olive oil, Italian seasoning and light cream. To begin, peel and cube the celery, carrots, onions and potatoes. Then, cube your pre-cooked turkey and crush the garlic. Then, saute the vegetables in the olive oil, with seasonings and garlic and a good amount of flour, to make a roux. Make sure that is cooked but not too browned. Add cooked cubed turkey. And then, the most important thing, is to stir, continuously, while slowly adding the turkey stock. That way, you can more easily control the consistency and won't get lumps. At this point, you could ladle this into an uncooked pie shell, cover with another vented shell, and you have turkey pot pie. But, if you want a soup or have some leftover, add light cream, while hot, until you reach desired thinness top off with a little extra black pepper and you have creamy, dreamy turkey soup, served in a bread bowl, and comfort is achieved! Enjoy!
The Pawtuxet River Trail:
One of my favorite places, in and about, the village is the Pawtuxet River Trail. This is an easy, relaxed trail, set in the middle of an urban area, but you would only know that by the traffic sounds that reverberate off the river. This sweet, 2.3 mile trail is a favorite for dog-walkers and a great cut through for those walking to the village. Huge trees gently shade the walk and present a perfect picture for scenic walkers. It starts in the parking lot of Rhodes on the Pawtuxet and can be found online for details. Enjoy it! I want to tell you about my friend Mike and his electromagnetic pinball museum
and Restoration Arcade:
It's an all inclusive place to relax and share anything related to modern pinball and pinball and arcade games. A group of pinball and arcade fans with an addiction to games of all kinds and Lego, too!$10 gets you free play on pinball and arcade games all day. You can find them at 881 Main Street, Pawtucket, Rhode Island or online at WWW.ElectromagneticPinballMuseum.com. And, now, for this week's episode of "The House on the Corner.""Paper Towels"
or "Don't go in the Basement.":
The stairs. The staircase spiraled all the way down from the third floor to the basement. The stairs were ominous. I ran down them whenever I used them. My sister once said that she always felt like she had to run down to escape being crushed. They were steep, but when you started down the basement portion, there were no backs. The lights for the first room in the laundry room were at the top of the basement stairs. Not all basements are creepy. This one felt like you were being watched all the time.[pipe banging] The basement itself was the size of the house, so, was broken up into four rooms. The laundry room had four doors, one on the left of dad's workshop, two on the right, which went to the coal-room and our playroom. The side rooms had pulled string lights, so I would have to screw up my courage and run into the middle of the room to turn on the lights. Dad's shop wasn't too bad, it was just kind of spooky. But, the other side was a very different story. Our parents had set up a playroom for B and to ride our "tikes," in the winter. It was also a toolbox of, somewhat, abandoned toys, a chalkboard and a single bulb light with a pull string. One day, B and I went down there. She wanted this Tupperware shape old toy. As always, I had her wait at the door while I ran in and pulled the string for the light. In the split-second that the light went on, I saw what I thought were two red eyes in the very back of the room![groaning sound] I backed up, to the door, stunned with fear. She goes to the toy box and calmly starts looking for the missing shapes. I stare into the far corner, where it looks like all of the shadows are gathering to form a shape of a human! I say to B, "Let's go!" She tells me to,"Hold on," she just has to find a few more pieces. I should mention, at this time, that the shadow now stood in the same place in the building, only three floors down from the Orange Room. He seemed to grow bigger as I begged B to hurry."We have to go, now! Come to me, right now!" The bulb dimmed. I seem to be able to move again. I yelled at B to move. I pushed her through the door, pulled the light off and slammed the door.[light switching off and door slamming] I turned to B and said, "We don't have to go in there anymore, do we? We're too big for those toys anyway." She never saw him that day. Time passed and, one stormy day, B and I were doing laundry and started exploring the basement. It was huge, so we could waste plenty of time in between cycles. We found a door that was covered over and we couldn't open it, but we could peek through a little hole and see a black empty room that smelled horrible. We asked our parents what it was and why was it shut? And we're told that it was a "coal-chute". They said it was full of coal dust and no reason to open it. Peeking in, I was filled with a weird mix of fear and curiosity. B found it frightening, so I stopped trying to get it. Why was the room closed off? There were hidden secrets all over this house. Why? This mystery only brought up more questions. Often I was alone when incidents occurred. Sometimes there were witnesses. one time B had two friends over, and all four of us were in the kitchen on the second floor. The calmest place in the house. S and K were sisters, and all of our parents would leave us together so as to save money on babysitting. Seeing as I was the oldest, I was, kind of, in charge, S was very upset about something and was telling us a dramatic story to get her point across. As she raised her voice to a fever pitch, paper towels started to come off the paper towel holder, attached to the cupboard, not waving, like in the wind.[sound of paper towels flying off the roll] They were gently floating, like being pulled by an invisible hand, all across the room. They sailed in one long stream, not bending or ripping. We were all stunned. We stood there for what seemed like an eternity all four of us staring at it. It did not drop. I see fear in the guests eyes and spring into action. I grabbed the paper towels, ripped them off and say, Damn, that was a pretty weird gust of wind. S says, "No way. The window isn't even open and the holder is in the corner." What was that? I couldn't explain. I didn't have a response. How do you say your house is haunted and not look or go crazy? So you do what is normal? Distract them. Give logical excuses. We left that day and stayed at S and K's house, where nothing watched me sleep. Thank you for joining us here at the Pawtuxet General. If you have any questions, places in Pawtuxet that you'd like us to feature, or local ghost story, contact us. Our email is jess@pawtuxetgeneral.com. We can't wait to hear from you and we'll meet you here next time at the Pawtuxet General. Prerecorded in Pawtuxet!
