On Wednesday I amazed myself by brining my first turkey ever. It took a week to prepare for. Gather all the ingredients, make sure I had everything I needed to make it the moistest and most flavorful Thanksgiving turkey in the world.
It was beautiful. I loved it.
It was so heavy that Prince Charming had to move it to the fridge for me. Not that I couldn't have moved it myself...you know...but, his biceps ripple in the most delicious way when he lifts something heavy.
I also made a pumpkin cheesecake. It looked like this.
It was full of cream cheesey, ginger snappy, pumpkin spicey grooviness. I wanted to marry it. I wanted to live happily ever after with it. I wanted to be photographed naked with it.
The rest of Wednesday kind of flew by as I worked in the kitchen with my MIL prepping all of the food that we would stuff ourselves with on Thursday.
PC helped out by keeping the kids at bay and full of food and pool throws so they wouldn't bug me. He's good that way.
Thursday
My day began at 5:30, when I woke up and briefly considered getting out of bed to get things started, but then slapped myself upside the head and told myself to knock that shit off and remember all of the crap I'd done the day before so I wouldn't have to get up so early and get so much done.
Oh, right. And I went back to sleep.
Then I had to drag myself out of bed at 6:15 so I could get everything started. I mean...there was still a lot to do. It was Thanksgiving, you know.
I hauled the brining turkey into the house, and made the magic happen on the stove with the onions and celery for the dressing. The smell of onions and celery sauting in butter and wine at 6:45 in the morning always says Thanksgiving to me. I don't know why....
And then it was
Dressing
Kids (It's too early for you to be up. Go back to bed and don't come out until there's an '8' on your clock.)
Turkey
Kids (Is it 8:00 already? I don't care if it has an '8' in it, 7:08 doesn't count.)
Coffee, coffee, coffee
More turkey
More kids (Fine. 7:58 is close enough.)
Clean up the kitchen
Clean up myself
Guests start arriving
Santa arrived!
Eating
Basting
Drinking
Snacking
Basting
Drinking
Basting
Drinking
Maybe I should switch to water for a while
Pool
After all was said and done, what I learned was that brining a turkey is completely unncessary and a collasel waste of time and ingredients if you know how to cook your turkey correctly.
I knew I should have listened to Bobby Flay.
Black Friday
Shyaaahhh....as if.
There is just nothing in the world that I want badly enough to stand in line at midnight to buy.
Nothing.
Friday
We took a lovely little field trip to a very Radiator Springs kind of town. They had the best signs ever.
There was this one:
And these:
And this:
Okay, that last one wasn't so much a sign as it was just a bottle label.
But it still killed me.
BA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Fine. Could you pass me that water?
What I'm saying is, it was a very cool place.
Fun.
Very Cars.
See.
We had lunch at a great Mexican joint.
I guess what I should say is...
We had margaritas at a great mexican joint, and there was food there, too.
And ducks.
Now, I understand why I was seeing two of them. It wasn't the margaritas.
Prince Charming was trying to trick me.
Saturday
Saturday was Portrait Day.
And Deep-Fried Turkey day
I wanted to try the brine, he wanted to try the deep fry.
It looked hot.
And the turkey looked good, too.
And Ending Four Busy Days With A Beautiful Sunset day.
I'm {hearting} you from the desert!
Double L.
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