So, Thanksgiving has come and gone and I was only a week behind. Which is to say that I cooked my turkey exactly one week late. I wasn't really that far behind schedule-although I am perfectly capable of it, it's just that I hemmed and hawed so long about whether or not I was going to cook one that by the time I got around to buying one there were only huge birds left, so I waited for company.
Ricky and Joseph blew into town and while they raked my leaves and straightened up this and that, I cooked the 17 pound turkey for us. Of course, I have my turkey roasting pan so well stashed that I could not find it...so, I used the lasagna pan-which isn't deep enough...resulting in drippings in the oven that set off two smoked detectors. It's not your typical dinner music, but it wasn't a typical dinner so I guess you could say it was on theme and it was in stereo.
It's really just another day, but Happy Thanksgiving. Come on bye if you'd like some smoked turkey.
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