Saturday, October 12, 2013
Thanksgiving Dinner Chaos
This dinner has taken on a life of its own. The guys in the office have been willingly enduring my lunchtime turkey saga updates and offering second hand roasting tips. My friend, the turkey procurement facilitator is experiencing similar support at her workplace.
We even named the darn turkey. His name is Henry, Henry the VIII. Sure go ahead and challenge me on the name selection, but remember when you are doing so that we are arguing over the namesake of a 7 kilo bird that is going into my 9 kilo capacity oven.
But last night is when things became really interesting. My friends proudly escorted the now infamous Henry VIII to my flat at 19:00. But they also had all my favourite treats, prosecco and even a couple of gifts.
You see, I had mentioned that I was going to brine the turkey last night. My friends however are so excited about this turkey that they became concerned - and this of course was further fuelled by their uncertainty over my culinary abilities. So, they posed an intervention. Distracting me from my intended task. Of course I only realized this as they left at 1am and one said with a laugh "yeah, too bad you get to do that brine thing..."
And now I have to run - I just did a quick head count followed by a quick plate count - there seems to be a considerable discrepancy...
Posted by Dawn at Saturday, October 12, 2013