No, I’m not gloating. Well, maybe I am a little bit. I’m pretty sure some of you are making pie, cubing bread, peeling potatoes, staging your cream of mushroom soup cans (I have NEVER had green bean caserole, even though my father worked at Campbell Soup!), and polishing the silver, in anticipation of meeting with family and friends for tomorrow’s gastronomous maximus, aka Thanksgiving.
I’m going to miss not smelling my own turkey tomorrow, but I’m making it on Sunday. I’ve decided on angel hair in a nice marinara with Italian turkey sausage for tomorrow’s dinner.
All this actually buys me time should there be anything we need at the last minute. I had ordered a big tom from Whole Foods at nearly $4 a pound, but canceled the order because we found a fresh, drug-, hormone- and water-free Big Bird at Costco Hawaii Kai for about half the price. It’s a big gun, nearly 30 pounds. It’s not just a meal, it’s a meal plus leftovers and soup.
Because John is working, I expect I’ll be doing quite a bit of prep work Thanksgiving evening. There’s no reason Thanksgiving has to be a stress test when guests are arriving at 1 p.m. Sunday afternoon. If I can get the brussels sprouts halved, the butternut squash staged, the stuffing completed, Sunday is going to be a breeze.
I’ll also be quartering the bird prior to roasting it. It’s how I did it last year, and it was done in less than two hours. I just might have time to ride my bicycle!
You know those movies and stories about dysfunctional families gathering once a year for Thanksgiving — and even that’s too much? That’s not my in-laws. That’s my family, LOL. And that’s another blog.
Happy Thanksgiving Eve, everyone!