As the preparations get going for the big feast tomorrow, it's important to check out the necessary equipment.
First - the guest of honor
Next, and almost as important........
And lastly, the Thanksgiving pants........
Stretchy and with a drawstring (in case I over-indulge)
I want to share this Thanksgiving flashback with you. Today I was thinking about my very first Thanksgiving on my own. I was in my mid 20's and living and working in P.E.I. For some reason, which I don't remember, I didn't go home that year and decided to invite some friends over and host the thanksgiving dinner.
I had never cooked a whole chicken or turkey before but had seen it done. It didn't look hard. But when it came time to clean the bird I began to have second thoughts. "I can't stick my hand up there". I tried for a second and after gagging and being completely grossed out about touching all that yucky innards, I knew I was in trouble.
Hmmm, what to do, what to do........ Being the incredibly resourceful girl I am, I decided to spread open the legs and fill the cavity with water and then turn it upside down and shake it. My hope was that all that "stuff" would just fall out. Now, stop laughing - I really thought that would work!
OK so that didn't work. I even briefly considered cooking it with the stuff inside but feared it might poison my guests. Then I had a brilliant idea. I had baked chocolate chip cookies the day before. I put some on a plate and knocked on the door of the older couple who lived in the upstairs apartment. After presenting them with this lovely plate of cookies (AKA a bribe), I embarrassingly asked them if they would clean my turkey. Yes, it was a little humiliating but they thought it was hysterical. And they very graciously did the dirty deed.
Oh, but it gets worse. After the turkey was in the oven I started to get the vegetables ready. I was attempting to cut this large turnip when the knife slipped. The next thing I know is my finger is covered in blood - a really gusher. I got all woozy and my knees got shaky. I am squeamish with blood, especially my own and this was bad. I got to the bathroom where I sat on the edge of the toilet, put my head between my knees and hung my hand over the sink under cold running water. (yes the bathroom was THAT small - I didn't even have to stretch) I kept thinking I had to get it together quick or my friends would arrive and find me passed out in a red puddle.
I eventually got the first aid kit and bandaged it up. It really should have had some stitches, but the only thing worse than blood is stitches. In case you are wondering, I didn't serve the turnip. It looked a bit like a crime scene from CSI. And of course it was my middle finger......so once it was all bandaged up it looked like I was constantly flipping somebody off. Lol Nice.....
So that was my very first Thanksgiving dinner. Luckily, they have gotten better over the years.