It’s the day after Thanksgiving. For American’s that’s usually a four day holiday, a time to get together with family, eat lots and lots and lots and watch football games on TV. We did most of that, no football for us though. We did watch a rainy Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade from New York City though. And we did do the traditional turkey.
This year was about the smallest one we’ve had at only thirteen pounds. My favorite part is the turkey sandwiches for the next week, so in order to get that I usually have to get a big bird, else it’s either all gone on Thursday, if we have a big crowd, or quickly pulled down over the weekend by visiting guests. This year we doid not have anyone from out of town, just our daughter and granddaughter. The boys were too busy in San Francisco to make it out.
Here’s the bird in the oven.
We cook it in an oven roasting bag – it really comes out moist and falling off the bones. Never had a dry or overcooked turkey doing it this way.
Here it is all done, just waiting to be carved, with mashed potatoes being created in the background. The peanut butter was for E, she couldn't wait for the food to be cooked.
And after the meal, getting all of the meat cleaned off the bones. And of course another glass of wine nearby.
Well, here is what it’s all for – a plateful. Turkey and dressing and mashed white potatoes and sweet potatoes with gravy over everything and peas and cranberry sauce, and a glass of wine.
Well, OK, this is the real reason behind all of the cooking work.