6 Responses to turkey day

1. Ness says:

   November 28, 2013 at 5:26 pm

   Dear Chess! Surely this truly excellent portrait merits being reproduced in oils and hung for
   posterity? What a joy both of you are to us – and I’m sure Sir did give you some more!
   • paridevita says:

     November 28, 2013 at 6:48 pm

     Why thank you. I did get more, as a matter of fact. I rarely get people food, except for Brie, and turkey on the holidays.
2. petabunn says:

   November 29, 2013 at 8:09 pm

   I thought you were looking sad in the photo Chess until I read your remark and then realised this was your look to say please give more and it obviously worked. And a belated Thanksgiving to you and your guy, we don’t celebrate it here.
   • paridevita says:

     November 29, 2013 at 8:24 pm

     It pretty much always works, but don’t tell the guy I live with that.
     Basically Thanksgiving is about eating roast turkey with stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy and things like baked sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top and cranberry jelly, though the guy I live with still remembers the Great Cranberry Scare of 1960 (or thereabouts). He still likes cranberries, but not the clear red stuff that comes in a can and jiggles when it sits on the plate. We just had smoked, or I ought to say pecan-smoked turkey, because the store-bought stuffing was gross (my mommy made really good stuffing) and the gravy the guy I live with tried to make from the pan drippings was “inedible”, according to him. He has kitchen disasters from time to time. The turkey by itself was fine with me.
     These days Thanksgiving is accompanied by a bunch of football (ugh) games on TV, which by the way isn’t what the rest of the world calls football, it’s this game that lasts about four hours with about fifteen minutes of things actually happening.
3. readingcaliforniagarden says:

   November 29, 2013 at 9:04 pm

   Ah, Chess, cute photo! Plus, *smoked* turkey, much better than plain roasted. Lucky dog.
   • paridevita says:

     November 29, 2013 at 9:27 pm

     It’s hard for me not to take a cute photo. It comes naturally, after being babied so much when I was younger.
     The guy I live with claims….claims, mind you….that he would rather be a vegetarian and that if Masalaa, the South Indian restaurant, were over here instead of practically in Kansas, he would be at the buffet there all the time. But it isn’t, so he bought a turkey, because he felt sorry for it having given its life for a holiday. So he says. He calls himself a “failed vegetarian”.
     It was smoked with pecan wood chunks in a Weber kettle grill, using an injector sauce (he says the injector he got was a piece of junk and especially is now after several pieces of it found their way into the garbage disposal by accident), and made a terrific mess doing it, but it only took a couple of hours to cook.
     My mommy used to say that the smell of turkey roasting in the oven was the best cooking smell of all, and next to that the red beans and rice that the guy I live with made, using ham and home made ham stock, beans soaked overnight with onions, green onions, parsley, bay leaf, and red wine.
     I think about food a lot. I got more turkey tonight.

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