So I’m happy to report back that Thanksgiving 2016 did carry on, despite my mom’s fickle threat about the possibility of it not happening. I knew she was 99% bluffing and saying that out of frustration. But there was still that chance. Gosh, my belly and I would have been so sad. But, like my usual Thanksgivings, I was able to stuff my face like a fat kid that just got back from fat camp. OMG…I swear, I felt like I ate my body weight, and then some!
The gorge fest began on Thanksgiving Day. I started the cooking on Wednesday night. I didn’t cook as much as I usually do. I cut out a couple of things from the menu. There’s just already way too much food, so cutting out a couple of dishes worked out better for me too (less fuss). The items being omitted ended up being the stuffing and green bean casserole. So on Wednesday night until Thursday morning, I did the usual: cranberry sauce, mashed yam, lasagna, pumpkin pie, and turkey.
The turkey, the star of the show, was the last one to be finished. I took it out of the oven around 4a.m. I was a zombie. I didn’t know whether to set my alarm and fall asleep or to just have more coffee and wait it out. I had to let the turkey sit and rest. I just didn’t sleep and waited it out. When it was time, I dismembered and pulled the turkey. With the breasts, I just loosely covered it because I like to cut it cold. I stuck everything in the fridge and finally crashed around 6:30a.m. The slicing of the turkey breasts and pan dripping gravy making would be done when I woke up some hours later.