It is now 12:00pm on Thanksgiving day. I’ve got the turkey in the oven and the stock is simmering on the stove.
As the reason for this blog is to record my life I really enjoy being able to add an entry while a special event is actually happening should a moment present itself and it looks like I’ve got a few spare minutes before people start arriving and the wine bottles are opened.
I had thought about writing a post this morning when I awoke at 4:30 am. The mornings are best because the rest of the house is still asleep and I (usually) won’t be bothered for at least an hour or so. However, World of Warcraft’s Warlords of Draenor just came out and so I’ve gone into Azeroth for the first time in many months to see what the commotion was about. It turns out that we can now build our very own garrison which is reminiscent of the first Warcraft games I played as a teenager! So, yea, a post didn’t happen this morning, I needed to secure some lumber supplies this morning and get my new homestead built!
This mornings preparations have gone just ok. It turns out the wife used too much butter for the pumpkin pie crust because we were both confused about what a “stick” of butter meant. In my mind it was a complete stick, the size you see in a butter serving tray. But apparently a “stick of butter” has become “HALF A STICK” of butter in USA cooking directions. WTF!??
I was sure I wasn’t wrong no matter how many housewives have written on the internet that a “stick of butter” is only half a stick. So I thought back to my earliest memory and sure enough, “a stick of butter” is an entire stick people!
As I got things ready to start the turkey preparation I received quite a shock. The website whose directions and cooking method I use was actually DOWN! Apparently it has become extremely popular and it looks like too many people are trying to access it. Luckily, I was smart enough to web clip it with Evernote as not having directions would be a catastrophe for me. I even took a screenshot as I was so shocked.
That crisis was averted and the preparation went smoothly. Well, except I poked my finger twice with the skewers while flipping the bird over while applying olive oil, and the second time I drew a bit of blood. As we have to be especially careful when handling raw poultry I wonder if some germs got into my blood stream and this will be my very last post, for eternity? Perhaps I’ll be able to kill those germs with the wine I’m about to open?
We shall see.
Ok, time to jump back into the day.
Happy Thanksgiving!
The Thanksgiving table of my dreams
