One of the things I love about having this blog is that I have a record of our family life....since 2006 at least. I can't tell you how many times we've answered a question or stopped a disagreement by saying, "Well, I'll look it up on the blog." Sometimes I find it comforting, sometimes sad, but ultimately comforting, to look over the years. The boys were so little when I started this....Ernie and I were so much YOUNGER! I've been thinking about Thanksgiving so I decided to look up our past ones....
From 2006, just a few months after I had started this blog:
After waffling about stuffing the turkey I finally decided to stuff it and cook it upside down for half the time. My stuffing tasted GREAT if I do say so myself! After about two hours I asked Ernie to help me turn the turkey over. We opened the oven and I thought "hmmmm" that turkey sure doesn't look too cooked and doesn't feel too warm..... Evidently when the timer went off for something else I must have turned the oven off. The turkey had cooked SOME...but had definitely cooled off to room temperature----and this was when it was supposed to be half done! Time for a quick revision of estimated mealtime. I called my parents and told them they better eat lunch. Mom called me an hour later and said my Dad seemed to be having trouble focusing on getting lunch. I sent Ernie over and told them I would give them lunch when they got here......and then we could wait for turkey!
Things seemed to go somewhat smoothly after that. Had a great time with my folks and my BIL. Oh, when we finally tried to turn the turkey over I found the skin had stuck to the pan despite olive oil so I decided to just leave it upside down. When it was done (I found a cheap Ikea version of one of those meat thermometers that you put in and you have a little monitor outside the oven that tells you what the temperature is-----YAY!) we pulled it out and it just looked damn weird. Anyway---we transferred it to a platter and I took the pan with all the luscious, beautifully brown pan drippings. I put the heat on under it and got ready to make the gravy. I reached up to a cupboard above (for the life of me I don't remember why) and when I opened the cupboard door a big, heavy pyrex measuring cup fell out.........and SMASHED INTO PIECES in the pan..... Small pieces of broken glass spread though out the pan drippings..... Ernie and I both yelled SHIT and just stood there looking at it in disbelief. So much for gravy.