This was a whirlwind weekend.
Last Thanksgiving I purchased a turkey. The plan was to cook it and invite people over to eat it. A dinner party if you will; For all the people who wouldn’t be able to have a good Thanksgiving dinner. That plan got trashed when I went to my parent’s for Thanksgiving.
So the turkey stayed in the freezer until this long weekend. I invited all the people who didn’t have turkey at the correct time to come over. I even had my parents there to help celebrate. But not to help cook.
Cooking with my mother in the area is rather difficult. I wanted to do this party by myself. She said she was bringing Waldorf salad and stuffing, and I thought I would leave her that, but I would do the rest myself. In her defense, she left the turkey itself to me, but she was insidious with everything else. I really wasn’t allowed to be involved with the gravy sauce at all. The rice and peas were a fight to do my part. Still, it was a good turkey for the seven people around the table. I finally opened up one of the twelve year old bottles of rum that I had purchased in Jamaica. The daiquiris were apparently very good. The party didn’t officially die until around midnight when the last person left.
Interestingly, for a time there were two turkey’s living in my refrigerator. The aforementioned bird and another one I had picked up at the farmer’s market on Saturday. The Hutterites make great turkeys and my mother wanted one for the “Welcome home” party when my sister visits in four weeks.