Everything went off without a hitch yesterday. Our lovely middle daughter made a bunch of vegetarian dishes to share and they were spectacular. I handled the turkey on the Weber grill and the stuffing. Mrs. POF handled all the regular side dishes and setting the table. It was a spectacular feast and now LOTS of leftovers. One of the nicest things is it was our first Thanksgiving in our remodeled kitchen and dining area. It is SO great to be finally done with our 1952 kitchen (which was actually so functional we copied most of the layout).
Only a couple of minor hitches yesterday: we forgot to get aluminum pans for the Weber to catch drippings, so we improvised with a crude aluminum foil pan; one wine glass was a casualty of the new porcelain tile floor; and I put the extra dressing wrapped in aluminum directly over the coals (instead of the area of the grill with no coals under it) and it got burned. That hurt the most as it’s my favorite part of the meal.
Our local air “authorities” allowed wood burning on Thanksgiving Day, I think for the first time since they started these stupid “Spare the Air” days. Even though it was 68 degrees out, we had a fire from noon onward.
To top it off, our oldest daughter (in Canada) got a call yesterday to come in for an interview for a new job she’s pursuing.
It was a wonderful day.
Dinner was a success. We were eating 12:20 which wasn’t too late for the goal of noon.
The only hitch was when the turkey and I were wrestling. I couldn’t get the neck out of the cavity because of the plastic thing holding the legs. It took forever to get that plastic thing off. I pulled and yanked and pulled and yanked. It wouldn’t cut off so I decided to cut it. The meat wouldn’t cut right so I resorted to stabbing. Pull and yank and stab and stab and stab. When it finally came loose, it blasted me with meat pieces flat into my face. I was still picking gunk out of my hair this morning. I’m the fight a draw.