Thursday, December 4, 2008

One week since turkey day...



A week ago I got up at 8 a.m. and washed a 23 pound turkey, pulled the neck and gizzard bag out of it and greased it up, stuffed it with one apple, one onion, and a few stalks of celery and put it in the oven for baby and me...oops...I mean put it in the oven. For a minute I thought I was playing pat a cake instead of bake a bird.

The oven was on 500 for a half hour and then down to 325...Hubby saw that on Alton Brown, so he thought I should try it. I tented the featherless wonder while it was in the 325 oven.

I peeled taters and did other things in preparation for the feast at 2 pm. The jello molds and sweet potatoes and squash had been cooked the day before and bread broken up for stuffing. I made a separate bowl with gluten free bread cubes for me.

When the guys were up my three sons got ready to jog and I donned my bike helmet and we were off for our own version of a turkey trot, a five mile loop...I didn't know how it would be with my bike, forgetting it is a mountain bike. The slush and snow might have made it hazardous but I had no problem and rode the five miles gleefully. (I know...quite a goony word, but the only word to describe how I felt)...

It just so happened we had a smaller group around the table than we have had in years...hubby and I and our three sons. It was a wonderful dinner, a feeling of pride and contentment rolled into a big ball of beauty and I just finally felt like writing about it all...

HUGS and LOVE and Thanksgiving for this blogspot to expound upon. PS YES that is a pink leather biker's jacket...

1 comment:

caitlin said...

Now, that is what I call The Wild Bunch! And that's what I call a nice Thanksgiving dinner, with you and just the boys and Hubby.

I used to have a red motorcycle jacket. I was dating a Harley riding guy, and it made him crazy because YOU MUST WEAR BLACK on a Harley, dontcha know? But a mountain bike, not so much. Maybe you could all get matching jackets...