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Turkey Talk
It will undoubtedly come as no surprise to those who know me that I’m a fan of any holiday centered on food. My approach to Thanksgiving borders on the unconventional, but let me tell you, it works.
First, I completely reject the notion that a person must travel and be part of an enormous gathering of extended family. If schlepping five hundred and thirty-two miles to be with Aunt Millie and her badly-seasoned dressing floats your boat, good for you. Me, I’m staying put. Because a successful holiday requires comfort–and what’s more comfortable than your own home? Your couch? And food that you really, really love?
Which brings me to turkey. I like turkey. Like stuffing (happy to say I’ve never had the badly-seasoned variety). Sweet potatoes. Mashed potatoes. The usual suspects. And I cook it all because I like the cooking part. I start on Wednesday, making everything labor-intensive (like stuffing). This year, my dear, dear friend and partner in crime, Blythe, joined me, and the festivities got raucous quickly. Cooking, my friends, should be fun. Although I’m not sure it usually makes a person reach for a gun. Photos here.
Thursday I throw the turkey in the oven early, so that it’s done by 1:00ish. I want to get around to what’s important as soon as possible: settling down for a long day of eating and movies.
Because, people, there will be no football. Duh. I heap a plate full of every good thing and curl up on the couch. Half the time I skip straight to the equivalent of leftovers–there’s no better turkey sandwich than one made before the meat’s been in the fridge. (Really good bread and lots of butter and salt go a long way, too.) And then begin the Hours of Hedonism. We leave the food available, buffet style, all day, so we can graze whenever we want, and have a DVD marathon with lengthy pauses for good conversation and Video Game Madness. It rocks. And I don’t move in any serious way (unless you count what’s required to kick butt on Wii) until it’s time to get up to make whipped cream for the pumpkin pie.
Now, I’m certainly not against extended family. I’m more than happy for anyone to join in the festivities–just so long as they can accept my eccentricities. They may not get football, but they will be very, very well fed, not to mention relaxed. I’ve had lots of visitors and never a single complaint.
Now, if you’re bent on football and making your way to Aunt Millie’s, there’s not a thing wrong with that. That’s the main thing about holidays–you’ve got to do what works for you.
Which is pretty much the way of life, isn’t it?
Hope you had a great day………
xo
Tasha