I absolutely LOVE this time of year! The leaves are falling, pumpkins decorate every doorstep, the little goblins have come and gone and in a few weeks the aroma of a well-roasted turkey will waft from someone's kitchen. This yummy, fragrant scent will waft from my kitchen this year, only because of the culinary expertise of my husband who cooks one amazing turkey! No one can even go near him when he is cooking. The massaging of the turkey with his special herb rub, or his "tenting" of the foil around it for an-out-of-this world golden glow are special moments for him...and the turkey. No one interferes and he likes it just fine. So do I...
I do not cook turkeys. I have nothing against them but if you don't want a fowl gone foul on your Thanksgiving table, do not let me cook it. In a past attempt I equaled the scene in "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" when Chevy Chase carves into the turkey; all the while his guests are salivating for that first bite, when...well you remember the scene, don't you? I don't think dry is exactly the word I would use but you get the picture. The closest I get to cooking with turkey these days is if it's found in a little reusable plastic container marked, "Carved Fresh Deli Turkey". One year he asked me to help him "prep" the turkey. That meant I had to clean it from the inside out. No way, Pal! I only touch turkeys from the outside, after they are on a platter surrounded by pretty little things like grape leaves and cranberries.
Thanksgiving is at our house this year. All three children, spouse's, in-laws and our three gorgeous grandchildren will be there. Our family here has grown by three in the last four years. Grandpa and I are running out of room for all to sit and enjoy a meal together. That's when a light bulb went off! Thanksgiving dinner, this year, will be around the "fancy eatin' table"....aka our pool table. (I like to use things for purposes other than what they were intended for...I'm frugal that way.) Just don't let me cook the turkey...
I do not cook turkeys. I have nothing against them but if you don't want a fowl gone foul on your Thanksgiving table, do not let me cook it. In a past attempt I equaled the scene in "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" when Chevy Chase carves into the turkey; all the while his guests are salivating for that first bite, when...well you remember the scene, don't you? I don't think dry is exactly the word I would use but you get the picture. The closest I get to cooking with turkey these days is if it's found in a little reusable plastic container marked, "Carved Fresh Deli Turkey". One year he asked me to help him "prep" the turkey. That meant I had to clean it from the inside out. No way, Pal! I only touch turkeys from the outside, after they are on a platter surrounded by pretty little things like grape leaves and cranberries.
Thanksgiving is at our house this year. All three children, spouse's, in-laws and our three gorgeous grandchildren will be there. Our family here has grown by three in the last four years. Grandpa and I are running out of room for all to sit and enjoy a meal together. That's when a light bulb went off! Thanksgiving dinner, this year, will be around the "fancy eatin' table"....aka our pool table. (I like to use things for purposes other than what they were intended for...I'm frugal that way.) Just don't let me cook the turkey...