Change of Plan

Hello all! First things first!

It’s after 1:00am on Thanksgiving. Hiya! Yeah. Like I don’t have anything better to do. Well, remember how I said how I was saying how nice and cool it was yesterday around 1pm-ish at 90 degrees? Me and my BIG mouth.

It is cold as a witch’s tit outside. (I’ve been dying to use that phrase for ages! Thank you for humoring me.)

Speaking of tits…judging by the reaction of my breasts, (hee heeeee!) plus figuring in the damn wind chill factor, it’s at least in the mid 40’s tonight-easily. It was 67 late in the day and it’s a hell of a lot colder now. Of course, that didn’t stop me from standing outside looking up at the beautiful full moon hanging in the clear sky with tons of stars shining bright with my loose hair blowing about me in the wind a little while ago! Nope! An absolutely gorgeous night. I love looking up at the stars. I always have.

Anyway, it’s about damn time it gets cold, I say! It’s finally acting like late autumn, early winter here on this little island. Heh. Lets put it this way.. I’m wearing my fuzzy pink slippers. WHAAAAT? I have tile floors, for Chrissake! Jeez.

Well, back to my topic, eh?

There has been a slight change of plan for Thanksgiving. Now I’m giving cooking lessons.

Yeah, you read correctly, THANKSGIVING COOKING LESSONS. Me. Giving. Cooking. Lessons. Then eating at the student’s house. Oh what the hell!

Move over Emerill, Scarlett’s in the house! BAM, Bitch! Take that!

The FATHER of the triplets (‘J’) wants ME to teach him the proper thanksgiving doo-dads. From the thawing of the BIGGEST FUCKING BUTTERBALL I EVER DID SEE, to the homemade stuffing…. Yadda yadda yadda. All of it. See, HE loves to cook. He does most of the cooking in the house, or the maids do. But, he wants to learn a proper roasting turkey technique. (Thanks honey, for bragging on my roast turkey and cornbread stuffing!) Yeah, Z bragged like hell (he DOES LOVE my cooking) and next thing I know, I’m being told to save my stuff for Christmas, and make a shopping list, carte blanche-he’s buying- and to teach him from A-Z.

I thought I would let you all know, since it is SO damn important, now isn’t it? I can’t help it, I am tickled at the whole thing. Notice he didn’t want me to teach his wife, Z’s neice? She was muttering something about getting recipies from the internet and he said “F that, I’m just gonna get Cyn to teach me so I can do it from now on myself!”. Bless his heart, I’ve NEVER seen a man love food quite like him! His brain is not in his skull but in his stomach. He is a real sweetheart though.

I’m still trying to get over the shock that I’m going to give my stuffing recipe away. I mean, it’s really simple, but oh-so-good, and even picky CHILDREN have begged for thirds.

*sigh* A girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do!

PS: PLEASE DO NOT PUT STUFFING IN THE ASS OF THE TURKEY WHEN BAKING! I know it looks all pretty and stuff and they do that on TV and in movies, but it is SO not healthy. In fact, you can get really sick that way. Cook it separate, and then, towards the end, when all the lovely turkey juices are in the bottom of the roasting tray? Cram it AROUND the bird, NOT UP IT”S BUTT. Got it? Then cook for another 30 min like that or so.

This PSA was just because I care about your well being.


Catrina said...

Happy Turkey Day! I have to work on Thanksgiving.....:( So we're going to celebrate the day on Saturday! I usually answer the phone with a "gooble gooble" all day on Thanksgiving, but I don't think that would be appropriate for the ICU, don't you think?

Mare_Imbrium said...

Happy Thanksgiving! My husband loves to watch Good Eats on Food Network, so he soaked our turkey in brine for six hours before cooking. Deeeeelicious! I never liked Thanksgiving turkey before he started brining it. And we don't stuff it with stuffing either, he stuffs it with fresh herbs and onion as aromatics. Mmmm. I'm so sad there's no leftovers!

I hope the teaching went well!