Friday, November 28, 2008
The bird was beautiful. The farm produces a turkey that's practically 25 pounds of breast meat alone. Every year when I stuff one, it amazes me that there's almost no body cavity. I end up stuffing what I can into the main section, between the drumsticks, and in the neck. As unglorious as it sounds, the bird often looks like it's oozing bread dressing.
I wonder how these birds survive, since there's apparently no room for innards. Gives new meaning to wearing one's heart on one's sleeve. Or in this case, a wing. How do they move, being so top heavy? Are they fitted with little skateboards to get around on? Maybe a jet pack?
Ah well......no matter. It was delicious.
We've hosted Thanksgiving dinner for 8 years now, and look forward to it every year. It's so lovely spending the day with family and friends. It's been an extremely successful endeavor for the better part of a decade now. I should have known our luck would eventually run out.
This article from Slate would've been useful before serving the food.
I am thankful the dinner remained on the table and made it's way to our tummies, instead of decorating the walls or guests.
I am thankful there's an acre of land between our house and the neighbors; putting them out of earshot.
I am thankful no one had a heart attack or stroke.
I am thankful for wine and pie. And wine.
I am thankful there's always next year.