Thanksgiving Day, as told in pictures:
There's nothing quite like a big, raw bird...mmmmmm:
(please excuse the extremely unflattering angle/pose, which makes it look more like I am the butterball in the picture)
Todd pitched in, too--here he is chopping potatoes:
Ta-da! the completed buffet:
What it looked like on my plate:
(it may not look as good as the pictures in the cookbooks, but it was mighty tasty!)
Oh, and in the midst of it all, we re-arranged the kitchen:
--and we also decided that we need a bigger kitchen!
The biggest miracle of the holiday, though, was not the fact that my first turkey turned out juicy and perfectly cooked, or that the only thing I forgot to put out on the table was the cranberry sauce. No, the biggest miracle was that, even though I spent two full days around a hot stove and sharp cooking utensils, I managed to only cut myself once (on the plastic trash can lid, no less) and burn myself once (please note, the handle of a cast-iron skillet will stay hot for awhile, especially if it has spent 20 minutes in a 350-degree oven). That, my friends, is what I call success.
Now, who's ready for Christmas dinner??
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3 comments:
It looks like a feast fit for a king! Well done! Your kitchen looks fabulous! :)
How do you know if the turkey was juicy? :-)
It squirted when I stuck a fork in it. :)
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