Last week was Thanksgiving, and for the first time in many years, not only did we have company, but we hosted the feast. We even made turkey for the carnivores, which was vastly amusing. Prince Charming was in charge of the bird, and he did a fantastic job, including brining it for the requisite 12 hours before putting it in the oven.
We really put the colossus of a stove through it’s paces, and it performed flawlessly. At one point, I think we had a pot on every one of the six burners, all bubbling away with edible goodness.
Aunt, Uncle and cousins all brought something. Desserts. Appetizers. The one thing we had to coerce someone into doing was carving the bird. While we were confident of our skills to cook it, carving was a whole ‘nother story!
A good time was had by all, including little Phred, who watched the whole proceedings from atop the kitchen cabinets. He didn’t come down until the dishes were done and the countertop cleaned.
I wonder, did he have turkey visions dancing in his furry brain?