Hey, Gaugs,
The amount of food we had was incredible. And I guess criminal. Or sinful. Or something evil, if you're into guilt, but I suspended it. Even Jesus let that that woman massage his feet with expensive oils and chastised the apostles when they told him how many people that the money spent on that perfume could have fed. If Jesus can self-indulge, you and I can handle it for a day.
We had a wonderful, Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving. Dan did the Final Flight of the Turkey, which Chuck, our pilot guest, informed us was a fly-by. So it's now the FInal Fly-by. Since CW was still asleep, Dan had to carry it upstairs. He made sure we appreciated how much it weighed and what a man he is. CW was fairly gracious about waking up to find a raw turkey butt in his face. I suppose in college you wake up to a lot of odd things.
We had a huge platter of shrimp, big trays of cheese and crackers and veggies, and champagne, which the boys were allowed to have and managed to chug down in spite of their obvious disgust. Somehow we managed to get all ten of us packed around the table; CW organized the serving plan, being our engineer, although the food had a tendency to bottle neck at Ammo and Blake, the artists. We had turkey, dressing, and gravy. A cranberry orange salad for the adults, and canned sauce for the boys, who won't accept that cranberries began life as small hard fruits, and believe it grows on a tree in cans. Mashed potatoes and sweet potato pie with marshmallows because Ammo says they are as important, maybe more so than turkey for Thanksgiving, asparagus casserole, broccoli casserole, caramelized onions (which were a huge hit, although they took forever to make, Coby!!!!) sweet breads and Parkerhouse rolls. Pumpkin pie with a caramelized glaze,, lemon meringue pie, and bete noir. Oh, and Chuck had brought a pheasant dish, which was delicious. He had just gotten back from a hunting trip.
Do you know what my favorite time was? THe women cleaning up while the men watched football. Somehow that evoked for all of us Thanksgivings from the past.
No wonder my mother used to fall asleep as soon as she sat down at night. But what a feeling of satisfaction. |
