Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thankful its Thanksgiving
Coming home on Wednesday night, after an extremely long day, I was confronted by a table full of chocolate turkeys, each one with a different expression upon his face. After the obligatory praise (which is well deserved), I was faced with the task of preparing the Turkey for the morning. It is traditional here to 'brine' the Turkey. When I first heard this term, I was slightly confused, as I had always considered brine to be salt water. However, on further investigation, I found that 'brining' did not necessarily mean plunging the dead bird into a saline solution. A fruit mixture of cranberries, apples, oranges and lemons, has been mentioned on more than one occasion and the ensuing 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from those who had consumed the meal, encouraged me to stray from the traditional sage and onion stuffed fowl.
The turkey, fifteen pounds of slippery flesh, was released from its plastic prison. It was time for the first round of operations. Releasing its little legs from the clip, I encouraged it to 'push' and with some help, a bag of giblets was delivered. In its place (after cleaning of course) was stuffed apples, oranges and cranberries. Finally, a bath of coke and apple juice was prepared and the turkey laid back and relaxed in the cocktail, ready for a good nights rest in the fridge.
However, as I opened the fridge I was confronted with a malicious looking group of chocolate turkeys. What had I done to their leader? The turkey takeover had begun. With stealthy precision, I managed to place the larger fowl on a free shelf, and shut the door without hearing a squawk.
Thanksgiving morning is just like Christmas, minus the presents. The kitchen activity is just as fraught and my turkey was taken from its cold bedroom, removed from the liquid and put in its final resting place before cremation (metophorically speaking of course....I hoped...after Monday night's episode). It was 9am and I still had the rest of the dinner to prepare. With potatoes peeled, cauliflower boiled and gratin'd, beef sausages wrapped in turkey bacon, it was time for coffee and raisin toast. I opened the cupboard to get a plate and there, staring down, was a group of turkeys. I shut the door quickly and opened the other side. Had they moved or was it another group? Bravely, I opened both doors and saw that there were indeed two more plates of chocolate birds.
It may seem that I am over-reacting, but when you see trays filled with these creatures, each one with a different look in their eye, you could be forgiven for thinking you hear them squawk.
My turkey was cooked to perfection and the brining really seemed to bring out the flavour. All in all the dinner was a huge success, unlike the result of the football game as Texas went out with a very uninspiring fizzle.
I am not sure what I am going to do for the rest of the weekend. I may take advantage of Black Friday (the biggest shopping day of the year) although I do not plan to do the midnight shopping that Samantha enjoys. If I do anything worthy of reporting, that will be..... another story.