There were problems, it wasn’t perfect, but on the whole I think turkey day was a success. The turkey was nice and juicy. The company was good. I had a wide variety of sides.
The problems however were twofold.
Not enough people and too much bird. There were supposed to be nine of us around the table. There were, in practice, only six. Some cancelled because the Grey Cup was on. Others because of family juggling issues. I am not proud that I tried to use guilt to get them to show up. But if you can’t use guilt on loved ones on American Thanksgiving, then when can you?
The gravy didn’t go so well. I messed up a bit, and let it reduce too much. And then after adding the powders, I wasn’t keeping it heated so it got a bit jelly-like. (I was under a lot of pressure in the kitchen. Give me a break.) With the mountains of leftovers at my disposal, I have found that adding water and heating it again pretty much solves that problem.
I’m going to be eating this thing for months.