Turkey Cutlets with Mustard Crust; my week – the end

The bad week continues….

Actually, it all went rather nicely until Saturday.

Then the puppies took off again.

Except this time I was attached.

I put their leashes on, as usual.

I opened the gate, as usual.

We walked through the gate, as usual.

Then they took off.

I went face-forward onto the road.  I managed to turn my head enough to only have soft contact between my face and the tarmac.  My hands took the brunt of the fall.

The puppies, little angels that they are, came back and were running around nudging and nosing and sniffing at me.

As I lay there, in pain, bruised, I realized that the neighbor would be coming up the lane any minute, on his morning walk with his dog.

Should I just continue to lie there, looking pathetic, waiting for sympathy?

Or should I haul my battered body upright and forge on?

Well, one can only milk a fall for so long, I got up and off we went. (The hands still hurt.)

And to top of my week….

Mon mari is not supposed to be doing any heavy lifting for a bit (Yeah, right….)

Monday was a beautiful day but the forecast was for very cold weather so I decided to bring some firewood into the barn – to make my life easier.

I grabbed the wheelbarrow and headed to the wood pile.

Mon mari suggested that we (the royal we) fill the trailer and he would drive it around to the barn and it would be done!  I wouldn't have to make all those trips with the wheelbarrow. 

To explain: because of the wet ground, the small hills and the desire not to destroy the lawn, he drives the car from the woodpile around the edge of the field to a point near our neighbor where there is an old farm lane, then up the farm lane, to the paved lane and back to our house.

Long story short – we filled the trailer, he drove it around part way.  When he got to the furthest point of our property, just on to the old lane, he got stuck.

Did I mention that we've had nothing but rain and everything is mud?

Much effort was put into rectifying the problem, but to no avail.  Finally, we unhooked the trailer, and, with much additional effort, he managed to get the car unstuck and back to the house.

I was left with a trailer full of firewood in the middle of the farm lane.

Instead of loading the wheelbarrow at the woodpile and pushing it 50 yards to the barn I was now loading it in the back of beyond and pushing it 600 yards to the barn.

Uphill all the way. 

Mon mari went back to the house to rest.

The good news was that, rather than carefully stacking the wood in the trailer, which I would have done, mon mari convinced me to just toss it in.

Had it been stacked I'd still be out there. As it was, it was only seven trips with the wheelbarrow (wood carefully stacked) to unload the trailer sufficiently to be able push the whole trailer up the hill to the barn….

With the help of my neighbors who took pity on me as soon as they stopped laughing.

The End!

On to a new week.

I buy turkey cutlets often.  I can't get turkey sausages or ground turkey or turkey tenderloin, but I can get the cutlets and we love them.

I also can't get Panko breadcrumbs (whatever they are – I just read about them).

The mustard – crumb crust keeps these nice and moist and gets deliciously crispy fried in just a bit of olive oil. You can use chicken breasts in place of turkey, but they will need an extra 10 minutes of cooking time…. unless you pound them thin first.

The recipe, Turkey Cutlets with Mustard Crust, has been updated, nutrition information added, and re-posted here: Fried Turkey Cutlets, Mustard Crust.  

Last updated: 2024-01-05