Lovely silence descends.I have a headache, my back hurts,...
Lovely silence descends.
I have a headache, my back hurts, and I'm VERY tired. Doing Thanksgiving is sort of a combination of a Broadway performance and the D-Day Invasion.
The day began with the Thanksgiving Salmonella Challenge: last week I had purchased a fresh, brined 16 pound turkey from the same folks from whom I've been purchasing fresh, brined birds for years... and when I opened it to start cooking it at 6 this morning for Thanksgiving Lunch (various members of the family do the Two-Family Thing and I'm the first shift), it smelled pretty iffy. So I had to change out of my jammies and go turkey-shopping on Thanksgiving morning at 6 a.m. The Store That I Don't Like, fortunately, was open (though not the people who'd sold me Smelly Bird in the first place), and had 20-pound turkeys (which would not have cooked in time and besides, there weren't going to be that many people present) and little 12-pounders. I got a 12-pounder, previously frozen, non-brined, and still pretty icy, and the biggest roasting-chicken they had.
Thank Heavens for the Joy of Cooking. Also for person who invented the probe thermometer. I put the cats in lock-down, covered the turkey with butter-slobbered cheesecloth and both birds turned out fine, moist, and tasty. It was a wonderful lunch, beautiful time with my lovely family, and if going turkey-shopping at 6 on Thanksgiving Morning is the worst that happened to any of us during the day, we all really DID have something to be thankful for. (Though I will have sharp words for Store #1 when I turn up on their doorstep tomorrow morning with Smelly Bird in an ice-chest).
Now the cats are giving me Pitiful Eye, and snooping all around the front rooms checking out what's different. I will spend the remainder of the evening slaughtering everything in sight on Diablo, and go to bed very early. LosCon tomorrow.
I have a headache, my back hurts, and I'm VERY tired. Doing Thanksgiving is sort of a combination of a Broadway performance and the D-Day Invasion.
The day began with the Thanksgiving Salmonella Challenge: last week I had purchased a fresh, brined 16 pound turkey from the same folks from whom I've been purchasing fresh, brined birds for years... and when I opened it to start cooking it at 6 this morning for Thanksgiving Lunch (various members of the family do the Two-Family Thing and I'm the first shift), it smelled pretty iffy. So I had to change out of my jammies and go turkey-shopping on Thanksgiving morning at 6 a.m. The Store That I Don't Like, fortunately, was open (though not the people who'd sold me Smelly Bird in the first place), and had 20-pound turkeys (which would not have cooked in time and besides, there weren't going to be that many people present) and little 12-pounders. I got a 12-pounder, previously frozen, non-brined, and still pretty icy, and the biggest roasting-chicken they had.
Thank Heavens for the Joy of Cooking. Also for person who invented the probe thermometer. I put the cats in lock-down, covered the turkey with butter-slobbered cheesecloth and both birds turned out fine, moist, and tasty. It was a wonderful lunch, beautiful time with my lovely family, and if going turkey-shopping at 6 on Thanksgiving Morning is the worst that happened to any of us during the day, we all really DID have something to be thankful for. (Though I will have sharp words for Store #1 when I turn up on their doorstep tomorrow morning with Smelly Bird in an ice-chest).
Now the cats are giving me Pitiful Eye, and snooping all around the front rooms checking out what's different. I will spend the remainder of the evening slaughtering everything in sight on Diablo, and go to bed very early. LosCon tomorrow.
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