The After Reunion Blues

So, what do you do after the reunion?

All my plants are maintained. I'm back in the back-to-work routine. I'm still feeling old -- Jerry isn't. Actually I think I have felt old my whole life. Old soul, that is me, young soul, that is Jerry -- maybe.

Only 350 odd days to Karolyn's fruit salad. I keep remembering how much fun the Bacon Fest was. Remember? What a fun activity, other families can have their touch football games, or tug-o-war contest. Like some old Alabama family we have a Bacon Fest. We are an old Alabama family.

Our Grandmother, or your Great Grandmother, or even a more distant Grandmother as the case may be for some of you, came from the piney woods of Alabama. Did you know that? Where they harvested turpentine. More about turpentine later, for now;

Cessa Bama McCord remembered riding the log trains out of the piney woods of Alabama to town in the morning and then riding the empty log trains back in the evening. I mean riding on the logs, no elegant carriage for this family. Her mother spread out a quilt for them to be more comfortable on as they made the journey, no splinters or sap.

The McCord family moved to Texas when Cessa was about six. She remembered crossing the mighty Mississippi River on an old wooden trestle bridge when it was at flood stage, everything was so terrifying she thought she was going to die. None of us older generation have really fond memories of Grandmother Taylor. She lived a hard life.

She lived a hard life and I guess that makes you somewhat hard. She was very self-obsessed. Her attitude always seemed to be "What about me?" "What's in it for me?" If you spend a life with no one ever listening to you maybe that attitude can happen.

I've heard stories about her biscuits, everyone said her biscuits were lighter, fluffier, better, than anyone else's ever. My mother remembered she kept a "biscuit bowl" filled with flour and when it came time to make biscuits she just added the other ingredients to the center and worked the dough until it was the right consistency leaving an outer rim of flour, then she put her "biscuit bowl" away, still filled with flour, until the next meal when she did it all over again.

She came to Oklahoma by wagon as a young woman with four children. As much as you will hear about how hard she was, you will hear her husband was harder. More about Grandfather Taylor another time. She told me he was never courageous enough to do anything but sharecrop cotton fields even though she begged him to lease land outright so he could take the full profit for his labors, he never did.

When she started sewing for a living as a widow she preached never, never, never undervalue yourself, and she never did. She could make a perfectly fitting garment from measurements, she liked a fitting but she didn't need a fitting. She made her grandchildren wedding dresses, graduation dresses, bedspreads, linens. She was good. She made fancy clothing for fancy ladies practically until the day she died.

She was a survivor.

She loved attention, loved to travel, loved flowers, loved gifts, loved to grow things, she could grow anything. She hoarded rainwater in an old fashioned rain barrel to water her plants with, she would never use diseased city water for her plants, for her flowers. She stood at the kitchen counter to eat her meals, why bother, she said, to sit down. She walked herself about her small towns or took a bus to go farther afield.

So if you are tough, courageous, ornery, a little bit self-obsessed, or a survivor you come by it honestly. And she is just one old broad on your family tree, be scared, be very scared. That is your ancestor, Cessa Bama McCord.

The McCords were Scotts who settled in the Southern states -- I don't know how they got to Alabama.

Now about that turpentine.

Grandmother probably lived in the swampy areas where the Loblolly pine grew, or Pinus taeda for the more serious minded. The primary uses of turpentine were as a solvent used in thinning oil-based paints and producing varnishes or mixed with beeswax to make a fine furniture protective coating over oiled wood finishes. Both uses are now mostly replaced by oil based products.

Turpentine was used as a cheaper fuel for those who couldn't afford whale oil.  It was used medicinally for lice, chest ailments, internal parasites, an antiseptic, a diuretic, however internal use of this toxic product is no longer in use today. Turpentine went with Ferdinand Magellan's fleet during his first circumnavigation of the globe.  And get this Jason, in 1946 Soichiro Honda used turpentine as a fuel for the first Honda motorcycles as gasoline was almost totally unavailable following World War II, and yes it was used to make those cheap gin drinkable spirits you have all heard about.


It takes a village; Yesterday was a three son day;

Ian in the morning, making sure I felt okay, how was my eye/stitches, what were my plans for the day, did I need anything before he left and he gave stern instruction to be careful, drive careful, walk careful. All the carefuls he could put in one sentence.

Christian at lunch time; Claire and I were meeting for breakfast but she couldn't find her car keys so I drove to Ballard and picked her up for our Wednesday morning breakfast. I hadn't seen her for a month due to one conflict after another, anyway I don't drive to Ballard without doing a Christian drive-by. After breakfast we are tootling down 15th and Claire said, "Christian gave me gold star service the other day when I was getting my oil changed. I swear it didn't take him five minutes, if it had been anyone but Christian I would have been suspicious. You should get your oil changed."

So I did.

The shop wasn't swamped and Christian started working on my car and he worked and worked and worked. Hmmm, Claire had service in five minutes, what's up? Well it seems Christian noticed one of my car lights was out, he replaced that. He noticed some of my liquid levels were low, he topped those off. He changed my oil, replaced my filter, checked all he could check and delivered the car back to me. I said well Claire was just bragging on her gold star service, he said you got platinum level service.

Roger came by for a little plumbing help on his way home from work. I had a gusher under the kitchen sink and asked him to bring a big wrench. In no time at all he had the kitchen sink tightened, adjusted, fixed, and performing like a kitchen sink drain should perform -- no puddles left behind.

No Connor playdate yesterday though due to the aforementioned plumbing experience. Connor and I will play today.

Julia called me on her birthday to chat and to tell me how much she appreciated the Family Blog. I got teary. My friend Mary left a message on my answering machine about how much she appreciated my sense of humor over my Mohs surgery on FB. I got teary. Janice left a comment on my FB post about the surgery. I don't think Janice has ever left a post on FB before. I got teary. Isn't it amazing that kindnesses makes us teary?

I am now oozing love for everyone.

Hey, as long as I am oozing love, how is Cathy feeling besides being happy to be home? Claire asked me which knee still needed the wound care, the hematoma knee or the cyst knee and damned if I knew. I never even thought to ask. Which one Cathy?

This isn't a heritage recipe, but I wanted New Chris to have it. You may have it also, it is delicious, fun and different.

Ginger Lemonade

2 cups water to make a strong tea
3 black tea bags
1 1/3 cups ginger simple syrup
2/3 cup fresh lemon juice, about 3 lemons
1 cup sparkling water or club soda

syrup
1 cup sugar
1 cup water
1 (2-inch) piece fresh ginger peeled and chopped
Bring to boil, reduce heat, simmer about 5 minutes until all the sugar has dissolved
Strain before using

Make tea the usual way, add ginger simple syrup, lemon juice and sparkling water.
Garnish with fresh lemon slices
Fun-tastic

And that is pretty much my life after Greenleaf. Payday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and then soon, soon, Greenleaf. How about yours?

Jerry there is room at the Inn at Mukilteo for the month of April. Reservation confirmed.

According to my friend Lynn this is Samhain time of year, a time to honor ancestors among other things. I guess that makes talking about Cessa even more appropriate.

Jan, a Few Corrections, If I May

Jan, a few corrections, if I may. You talked about us getting old. I was walking through the house the other day and thought to myself, I have never in my life felt old. On a few occasions, I have thought how could this be happening to someone as young as me. The bones ache, the knees hurt, the back is sore most of the time, my toes are numb, my fingers lock up, working all day in the yard is entirely out of the question, I get out of breath easily, my eyesight is not what it used to be (blind in the dark), reflexes slowed down, have trouble sleeping, artificial hearing, but I have never felt old. And thank God I can still drive. I mentioned to Jane if I lost 100 lbs I would think of myself as being invincible. And probably hurt myself. So if you want to talk about being old, leave me out of the conversation. I intend to die young. (Sorry Jan, Joe said it was to late for you) You said I decreed you march up the hill and help Karolyn chop fruits and vegetables. That is not at all how the conversation went. We were talking about Thanksgiving dinner and it was hard and time consuming getting everything prepared. I offered a few suggestions to make it easier. Green bean casserole out, a couple of cans of green beans warmed up. Homemade dressing out, Stovetop in. They make a variety of flavors. (Just don’t add turkey spam, we tried that going to Alaska, not good) Mashed potatoes, instant, or KFC sells them by the gallon. Gravy included. I have never met Mrs Smith but she makes fine pies as does Wal-Mart. Cranberry salad, lets go with cranberry sauce. Turkey and ham, put in the crock pot and forget. These time savers would allow the other campers to help Karolyn chop fruits and vegetables for her outstanding, award winning fruit salad. This is the actual conversation. Hauling the bags. I can still haul the bags, Slowly, slowly, slowly. See paragraph 1. Wiener Princess You got that part right. If ever a dog won the lottery, it was Elle. Worthless, no good, pain in the butt, noisy, snoring, takes up the whole bed (thats a stretch) Elle. The Skaget Valley Tulip Festival I would like a reservation at the Carrillo Bed and Breakfast for the month of April 2015. Party of 2, maybe 3.

Waking up at Greenleaf

"Jan, do you know what you did today?" Jeff gleefully asked me as I sat down at the camp fire circle.
"No, Jeff, what did I do?"
"You woke up at Greenleaf."

He gleefully pulled that one off on everyone who woke up at Greenleaf. Waking up at Greenleaf can mean waking up to rain, fog, wind, brilliant sunshine and family, lots of family.

The siblings have landed.

Waking up at Greenleaf meant;
More sunshine than rain.
More dogs than kids -- seven to ten.
More bacon than fish.
More turkeys than deer.
More playing than fighting.
More sitting than walking -- except for Mike and Kathy.
More stories, more reminiscing, more coffee on the porch.
More Bailey's, more Mimosas.
More aging of the family -- thank goodness.
More feasts to consume.
Thanksgiving dinner and The Bacon Fest were huge successes.
More fishing by Tal and Mike than badmitton.
More fish fry than, well, just more fish fry. Thanks Mike, Tal, and whom ever else was involved in that delicious activity.

More cooks with the addition of Chris Miller, whom you can now call Chris Miller or The Millerman, or the New Chris, or Mr Nora, or Chewbacca. Yes, it seems his family nickname is Chewbacca or Chewie or Bacca. He is now officially a family member, poor soul. Due to his love of all things Star Wars Lynn said if Nora didn't marry him she would. So, sorry gals, Chis is taken. Twice.

More fire, more glow sticks, more pumpkin patch, more fishing poles.
More dentistry. Now I ask you what other family can bring their own dentist to the rescue of a loose crown? Cabin/campfire dentistry at its best. Give Cara a beer and a pocketknife and she will get it done.

The biggest surprise was Chris Daley showing up at 10 PM Friday night. He brought a smile to everyone's face especially Jean and Brittany. I don't know who was more surprised, me standing there dumbfounded in my underwear, or Jean and Brittany as they woke their sleepyheads up. They had told everyone Chris would not be coming. He had a new job, he was working too many hours, he had a wedding to go to. Well SURPRISE, Chris arrived with a big ole happy smile on his face.

The ones not there were greatly missed; The Brits, always, seeing some of Josephine's family would be nice, Taylor busy in Texas, Cathy still recuperating in Select Specialties Hospital in Oklahoma City, the Andrews, Jacquie and Dan, Christian and Ian -- who promise to go next year -- who promise to go next year. Anybody have a cabin up for grabs?

Cathy wasn't there but she sure had a pack load of goodies for the kiddies; glow sticks, Superman cups, and lots of love wafting over the campground. Next year Cathy, next year.

All of Marc's family arrived one at a time. Jackson was a superhero to all the little ones. They followed him like Ellie follows Jane. Jackson was tender, rough, fast, quick, taller, and more fun than all the rest of us put together.

Maddie and Avery got to travel home together not separated as threatened by Cara. They must have done something good. Everyone's pumpkin carvings were outstanding.

A special moment was when Michael raced up the road to ask, "Are you Connor?" and off they went. Michael showing Connor all the reunion ins and outs. With his reunion expertise, age and wisdom, he could direct Connor to where the playground was, where the bathrooms were, where the goodie box resided. Michael is so bouncy, bubbly, friendly and fearless he could take over this reunion by the time he is twelve.

Summer's gentleman caller, Ed, was fearless as well as he made an appearance in the midst of all the family hub-bub. Fearless and a very tender gesture towards Summer. I didn't get to know Ed, but I think it was brave and sweet. I think love is in the air. Next year Ed, next year we will sit down and talk.

A not so special moment was when the whole family, THE WHOLE FAMILY, cheated and helped Chis with his so-you-want-to-marry-Nora test. I think everyone wants Chis in the clan and cooking had nothing to do with it. Neither the eight hour chili nor the peach cobbler, both cooked over the campfire, nor any of his other delicious concoctions. Welcome Chris welcome.

Besides we need some new young blood to "haul the bags" Jerry is getting kinda old. Julia is willing but keeps wounding herself.

How is the ankle birthday girl? How is the birthday girl?

Besides Julia helping before she wounded herself, the biggest help probably is a multi-tie between Marc when he was the youngest Taylor there among-est all us seventy somethings, Jeff the youngest sibling -- And Jake. Jake worked, helped, toted, carried, delivered, lifted, moved, and, And, AND manager-ed the biscuits. Jean wasn't feeling 100 % so Jake took over the pans and monitored, baked, and delivered the biscuits, all eighty of them, to the Saturday breakfast. Good job Jake, good job. You made all of our lives better by your generous helping and all I did was buy you a bag of ice.

The best tarter sauce ever made for a fish fry was Mary Lee's as she made a mad dash up to a cabin to fetch it. Unbeknownst to me she made a mad dash up to a cabin to MAKE it, collecting mayonnaise, pickles, mustard and any ingredient she thought she would need as she raced by. Don't believe her when she says it wasn't that good. It might not of been her best, or perfect, or win any food awards but believe me when I tell you it was awesome. Never was anything ever made with more love. And she got to use her new handy dandy food chopper she had just bought in Muskogee to make cranberry relish.

Remember when Marc went to town and bought a blender to make salsa. Ahh the memories of Greenleaf, how they tumble and flitter about. Remember when Mike was a sweetheart instead of a husband of 23 years? Remember when Cara brought the flavor-of-the-month? Remember when Clark was a baby? Remember when Jean cooked biscuits in James' 40 man tent wood burning cook stove? Remember when Janice was less bossy? Oh right, that never happened. Remember pushing Steve up poop-out hill? Yeah those days are gone.

Kenny stayed in OKC with Cathy, attending to her every need. I got a big ole fat hug when we went to visit Cathy. Roger and Stephanie got the use of Cathy's car after Kenny had cleaned it, washed it, and gassed it up. Kenny is good to Cathy, good to Jean, good to Roger and Stephanie, good to me, and outstanding to Dax. Dax is his favorite.

The night of a big storm I was sitting on the "promenade deck" (Jean's porch) smoking and had an Oklahoma lightening show for 180 degrees. It was something to see, 7, 10, 22 lightening flashes going on at the same time. Luckily that storm pretty much missed the campground, however the next storm did not and Jerry had to carry the wiener princess Ellie up the hill under his rain jacket.

More special requests for next year; Oktoberfest. Hot dogs one night, hot links one night, and brats the third. I think we have a go on that mission.

Jackson made a special request to Jean for more cookies. Jackson you will not be disappointed by the cookie lady two reunions in a row.

Jan's special request; give New Chris Saturday night for him to cook to his heart's content. We will eat it and maybe not judge his fire building abilities too much.

Connor was the only kid that I remember not being fascinated by the fire, he kept moving back instead of closer. Jeff said, "Finally, after all these years, a kid with some brains." I love you Jeff.

Have family will travel as we made a few more memories. The year sweethearts abounded.

Michael was gregarious, Branson was perfect. For Connor everything was new, he learned to run the hillside with multiple glow things, participate in playground mayhem in the dark all the while keeping an eye out for spiders and snakes. Oh my.

Nora do you remember what to get your dad for Christmas?
Chris I will send you a list of "foodie" movies. To watch or not.
Jerry The Skagit Valley Tulip Festival is the month of April.
Kenny I will try to photograph the wee little lock and forward.
Mike I would like to see the video you made for Dale's memorial if possible.
Mary Lee the recipe for Southwest Stuffed Orange Roughy is on its way.
Jean don't forget I want the recipe for Spaghetti Salad.
Cara the name of the book is In The Lake of The Woods by Tim O'Brien. Very good.
Jean has an appointment with the heart doctor on Oct 30. Yay!
All my bills and pills are taken care of.
My hearing aids have been adjusted to 100%.
My face has been scraped off.
I think it was about 59 stitches, some will melt some won't.
Surface stitches come out Nov 5.

Traveling to family reunion I saw a shifting weather change pattern.
In Seattle all the shirts were Seahawk blue and green.
In Denver I noticed a lot of bright orange.
When I landed in Oklahoma the weather had turned red, Red, RED.

And ad-mist all the good food, I think my favorite is still the Tomato Gravy, thanks Jane.

However here is Mary Lee's recipe for Pecan Bacon Bites, a close second.

Pecan Bacon Bites

1/2 pound bacon
freshly ground black pepper
1 Tbsp Worcestershire sauce
1/2 cup cream cheese
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup pecans bits
4 slices rye bread toasted

Mix brown sugar, pepper, pecans and sprinkle over bacon.
Cook bacon 375 degrees, 20/25 minutes.
Spread cream cheese on toast that has been cut into quarters.
Top with bacon bites.
Smile and be happy.

Jean's observation on a side note: Kathy's clan is starting to outnumber anyone else's. Jerry and Jane had 12, Jean, Julia, Jeff and I had 4 each, wait Jeff had five including Ed. Janice and Art 2. Kathy and Mike had 10 -- if I counted right -- I feel like someone is missing. NOT including everyone's dogs.

Karolyn Taylor -- you are invited, welcomed, and expected next year, and remember Jerry has decreed we all march up the hill and help you chop fruits and vegetables for your now multi-channel, family-famous, delicious, hands-down-winner, what-would-we-do-without-it, Fruit Salad. Thank you for being a blessing.

And The 31st Taylor Family Reunion at Greenleaf is only 350 some odd days away.

Have Family Will Travel

I'm flying off to Oklahoma for our 30 year reunion celebration. That's almost half my life. It is all of some of our family members live's, I'm thinking Summer here our official camp fire hostess. Now that is an investment in family, love, attention, affection. Toddlers to weddings, divorces and deaths and it is still happening; wee Tripp and Branson are not so wee anymore. New family making new memories that is what it is all about. Connor is coming and bringing his staff.

Nora's engaged to The Millerman, The New Chris, by the way Chris your passage into the family will be waiting for you; your very own pass-the-test-or-else Treasure Hunt. You may have all the assistants you need if they are under the age of ten. Be prepared at the Bacon Fest Friday morning. After the bacon fest after, nothing interferes with the bacon fest.

What a difference thirty years can make. I can remember when I would travel any distance for any reason, but after "traveling" for the cruise I thought I don't want to "travel" anymore, too old, too tired, too much work, too much discomfort. It's not worth it. Until Jerry reminded me, "Jan, the day will come when we can't do it." How true. That day will come, probably sooner than we anticipate or expect. So, travel I will. Have Family -- will travel. How many remember that old TV show? I will do what is becoming increasingly unnatural. Travel. I'll join the herd and herding at the airport into the welcoming arms of family for the 30th Taylor Family Reunion. Amber promises Mark's t-shirt design is awesome. How could it be anything else? I'm glad he passed the test.

The gathering of the tribes has already commenced and I have hours to go before I get there. New Chris and Jake will be there, Cathy and Kenny will not. Roger and Stephanie will be there, Jacquie and Dan will not. Mike and Kathy will be there, Lynn will not. Mary Lee will be there, Verla will not. ...and all us old fogies will be there having coffee on Jean's porch every morning we are able to crawl out of bed and be there. Present and accounted for.

Julia will be walking, Tal will be fishing, I don't know who will be biking, hiking, kayaking. I will be sitting somewhere smoking. Give me a smoking bench and I am happy. You will hear about Cathy's cruise drama, Nora's trip to Mexico, Michael's biking prowess, how cute Tripp is, meet Summer's new dog, You will see what Branson can get into, how much Avery has grown and Ellie May has mellowed.

Now I don't expect respect, but I do expect coffee and goodies from Jean, mimosas from Nora or Chris -- whichever, a camp chair from Jeff, some guff from the curmudgeons, cigarettes from Tal, a feeling of inferiority from Andrew, he always out reads and out guns me, love from everyone under twenty-three and hugs from everyone. I will also be expecting some chat, laughs, fire, smiles, food, rain, some sport game somewhere, a fish fry, okra, a map reading or two, and, and, and.

Family. A different kind of tribe, herd. A stretch of personalities as old as time. Family faces, family places deep into a genetic aquifer of connections. Deep into an inner space of connections, a universe of connections. A surface jello of connections -- hmm -- maybe I had better stop there.

Welcome to our world Chris Miller welcome to our world.

Heritage Recipe

Mom's, Granny's, Maxine's Noodles 

Separate 4 eggs, use yolks only
4 Tablespoons cream
1/2 teaspoon salt - please use less times have changed
1 cup flour

Mush, mix until you have a stiff dough, roll thin on a floured surface, when you think it is thin enough, it isn't, roll it thinner. It should be papery thin. Then roll up jellyroll fashion, cut and toss so you have thin papery noodles ready for the broth of your choice, but it had better be chicken broth or Granny will haunt you.

Welcome to our world, now go make some noodles.

Just say "No"

I was reading, "Always work on your strengths." And I thought. "No"

"No" I'm done. "No" I don't want to work on my strengths or anything else for that matter. Hey, I'm as good as I'm going to get. No more "working" on strengths, higher power, self-improvement. If this isn't good enough then I'm doomed anyway. There comes a point in life where you just need to accept what is, and this is my point, this is it. It seems as though I have spent several hundred years "working" to improve myself in someway or other.

I've improved my reading, selling, prayer activity, creativity, adventure quotient, parenting skills, meditation time, cooking, dressing, weight loss, make-up arts, toenail care, spirituality, romance, and others too numerous to remember. Over and done! I just said "No."

I'm happy as I am.

Happy Birthday to Jerry; our very own survivor. Either Jane won't let him go or somebody up there doesn't want him. Either way happy 7-0. I read in an article about inherited health woes, "Family history can stick to you like old gum to a shoe." Ain't it the truth.

I noticed in photography that waiting for the right light is a lot like waiting for whales, you have to be patient.

Do you have a nest? Is there an improvement book for a "proper" nest? I have three; my main nest by my couch sitting place and two mini-nests, one at bedside the other by the computer. Nest are lovely things. Everything at your fingertips; nail file, scissors, lip-balm, reading material, usually three or four books, a newspaper or two, appointment book, to-do-list, hand lotion, letters that need attending to -- someday, current photograph of The Connorman, and in my case; cigarettes, ashtray and lighter.

Nests are such comfortable places, all organized and efficient. Safe places, everything resting so quietly until needed. Fun places for making plans and dreaming. Nests are busy places for napping, reading, writing, thinking. Nests can be used for mental exploration, map reading, education, communication.

What would the world be without the solitude and wonderment of a good nest.

I finished the book Norwegian by Night in my nest. What a wonderful book, I recommend it, but I particularly liked this quote, somewhat shortened;

"...the eternal dialogue for meaning and purpose and expression, a compulsion to render the world explicable." vs "..letting it be, letting it move through, submitting to silence, to come to terms with humanity as it presents itself, an ever expanding capacity to face what comes next, to see it clearly."

One an act of will vs the other, a process of life.

Page 19, Norwegian by Night by Derek B Miller about an old man on the lam with a young boy he can't communicate with, each with their own demons to carry. A smart, funny, sad, interesting thriller of a book. Each character was smart, funny, sad, interesting and some were very scary.

Another quote from a book I'm reading, in my nest, recommended by the birthday boy, The Semi-Attached Couple, free on-line written a long time ago. In the novel this poem is attributed to an author Hannah More, I don't know if this is a real author or a figment of the novelist imagination, but the poem is good:

"Since trifles make the sum of human things
And half our misery from trifles springs --
Oh! let the ungentle spirit learn from thence
A small unkindness is a great offence."

Wishing Jerry a happy birthday.
Cathy a get well soon and please make it to Greenleaf.
Thinking on what to bring to Greenleaf Thanksgiving dinner.

Two heritage recipes

Great Grandmother Foster's White Cake

1 1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup shortening
1 cup milk
2 1/2 cup flour
2 teaspoon baking powder
4 egg whites
1 teaspoon vanilla

mix as usual for a cake, bake 350 for 30 minutes

Great Grandmother Foster's Jam Cake

2 cups sugar
1 cup butter
3 eggs
2 teaspoon baking powder
3 cups flour
1 teaspoon soda in 1 cup sour cream
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon allspice
2 cups blackberry jam

mix as usual for a cake, bake 350 for 45 min

I'm done, not much happening in my nest today.