The night before is for
the 'cookers' to get together to cook the forty pound turkey and play
with the kids.
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Column # 145 Two Thanksgivings |
The night before is for
the 'cookers' to get together to cook the forty pound turkey and play
with the kids. |
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“No way.” I said. “There’s lots more meat on this turkey.” “You don’t have to get all the meat off.” “Yes we do.” Dee said. “This was a beautiful forty pound bird. Tofu fed. Free range. Killed Saturday. Hand delivered by plane on Sunday. Cooked today, Wednesday. We aren’t wasting a morsel.” “We like this job.” I said, pulling micro bits of meat off the bone. Cool-guy turned to JR. “I find that one woman in the kitchen is enough. Any more than that, and they gang up on you.” “Let me try.” JR said. “Ladies. Ready to make some desserts?” “No.” We were going to celebrate our Thanksgiving feast at Kay’s house with a multitude of family and friends. The “cookers” had decided to get together the night before to get the bulk of the work done. This way we could hang out and play with the kids while we cooked. And. The guys would be able to watch some football on Thanksgiving. Six-year-old brother and five-year-old sister came into the cooking zone. “Holly. Can we help?” “Yupperie. Do you want to pull the meat off the bones?” “No. That’s messy.” “Do you want to smash crackers?” “YES!” Cool-guy set them up at their own station making cracker crumbs for the stuffing. JR started the bread pudding. Cool-guy’s dad and stepmom got to work seasoning the cashew nuts. Cool-guy started the gravy that would bubble and cook on the stove all night long and all the next day and become the best gravy anyone had ever had and we would all steal little bags of it to take home to pour over everything. Baby sister pulled on my pants leg. “Ahhggg.” “Hey darlin-girl.” I said, picking her up. “Do you want to help pull turkey off the bones?” “Ahhggg.” “Hmmm.” I said. “Do you want to eat some turkey?” “Ahhggg.” She agreed as I fed her bits and pieces. I tried to put her down. “Ahhhhhggggggg.” “More turkey?” “Ahhggg.” “How about some chips?” “Ahhggg.” “Shall we take some photos of the ‘cookers?” “Ahhggg.” We got the camera out of my purse. We snapped a photo of Kay cutting up mangos. “Look It’s mommy.” I said, showing her the picture on the back of my digital camera. “Baby.” She laughed. I took a photo of Dee cutting up avocadoes. “Baby.” She giggled as she looked at the photo. I took a photo of the kids smashing crackers. “Baby.” Her eyes lit up. “Ok. Honey. Let’s get back to work.” I zipped my camera back into my purse and got to work cutting up the squash. There was a tugging on my pants. I looked down. “More baby.” She said, holding up my camera. “OhmyGod.” I laughed, taking the camera from her. “Ok. Let’s take more.” We took a photo of Cool-guy making corn pudding. “Baby.” She squealed. We took a photo of sister making mashed potatoes. “Baby.” She laughed. We took a photo of her dad washing dishes. “Baby. Baby. Baby.” She clapped. We took a photo of Cool-guy’s dad helping smash crackers. “Baby.” She sang. We took a photo of Cool-guy’s stepmom helping cut more herbs. “Baby.” She giggled. I tried to take a picture of baby. She ran away. “No baby.” She yelled. “Yes. Baby.” I ran after her. “No baby.” I took a photograph of her running away. “Baby!” I said, looking at the photo. She ran back and looked at the picture. “Big baby.” Everybody laughed. Brother sat next to me at the table. “Holly. I think that tonight is really Thanksgiving, even though it isn’t. Because. The family and good friends are already here. And. We’re all cooking. And. Cooking is what families do. So. We’re lucky. Because. We get two Thanksgivings. Tonight when we do the cooking. And. Tomorrow when we do the eating.” “Know what?” I asked. “What?” “I totally agree. And. Don’t you think that two Thanksgivings are better than one?” I asked, giving him a piece of turkey. “Definitely.” Comment on this column in The Forum Or Send Holly your comments. Tell her what you really think! Your comments might be published on her website, or in her weekly Yahoo Group e-mail. Send Comments Wanna vote for your favorite column? Fan's favorite column picks will be added to the Fan's Favorite Five page. Send your pick for your favorite here. Fan's Favorite Column Pick Don't miss out! Sign up to receive a free copy of Holly's column via e-mail each week, click HERE to send a blank e-mail request. (All e-mail addresses are private... NEVER, EVER shared.) Or send a blank e-mail to Holly@livingthelifeofholly.com Subject: Subscribe Me. Copyright © 2003 by Holly Winter |
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