Happy Thanksgiving, jive turkeys! Three days late and more than a dollar short, I finally prepared our Thanksgiving feast today. Knowing we weren’t playing host to any friends/family, I decided to put off the whole standing in the dreaded kitchen all day until Gav was spotted in the sky on his return flight home. (nevermind the turkey was still iceberg status Thursday-Saturday)
It’s no secret I loathe cooking. I don’t know what it is about the kitchen that crawls under my skin. Those knickknacky Cooked with Love pieces I often see in kitchens? I need a Cooked with Ire ceramic sign above my stove. Yet, with all the stomping, glaring at anyone who traipsed through The Room, gnashing of the teeth, I pat myself on the back for a surprisingly tasty meal.
I’ll have to look back thru the archives; this is either my third or fourth year to cook a turkey. I feel considerably more comfortable with the naked bird. I knew to find the bag o’ bits and alienesque turkey neck and remove those from its cavity. (I still ignore them though…not yet up to the challenge/additional task of gravy/stuffing) I was far less clumsy with basting the bird, checking its temperature, removing it from the oven,… Daunting no more! Demanding, sure. Juicy and edible, sho nuff.
I rounded out the meal with colorful sides, turnip greens and sweet potato casserole. My starch loving twins demanded rice and rolls. A flan sits untouched in the fridge since we were all too gorged to dare think of it.
Thanksgiving 2012 + 3 days in the books.