Happy Thanksgiving to our Canadian friends. This sure is an interesting weekend for it. It’s early in the month and this past week has been pretty darn hot and it really doesn’t feel like fall even though the trees are changing colour and the calendar says it is.
Mr G and I went shopping for the turkey meal on Wednesday. I had already gone and gotten the Gardein turk’y breasts for those of us vegans and vegetarians (it’s 50/50 this year!).
Side Note (well middle of the post note): If you haven’t tried them, you really should. They are seasonal and come in a roll that serves more people but this year I could only find the individual servings. Two in a package- stuffing and gravy included! So if you are the only one not doing the carnivore thing you have your leftovers.
Mr G and I got the standard Harvest Potato stuff- potatoes, parsnip, turnip, celeriac, onion, carrot, and Earth Balance vegan spread. We got some regular veggies for sides (and one guest is bringing Butternut Pecan Sweet Potato Mash vegan style- so nice of her to think of all of us) and the turkey for the carnivores. We sprung for an Organic, fresh, horrendously expensive one that weighs 8.86 kg. They seem to taste more like the turkey from our childhoods. You know, us old farts that lived in the pre-digital age.
Pumpkin pies are sorted. Sarah is (and has been for a while) making them. The family recipe is my favourite of all time but it makes 3 pies and we just have too many variations that need to be made. She is such a sweetheart that she makes different kinds to make all of us happy. Vegan, regular, no shell, tart filling…
So the gobbler goes into the small fridge in the basement and the turk’y goes in the freezer. Veggies-fridge and cold storage. All is good with the world.
Fast forward to this morning. I need the cranberries out of the freezer because we are having our meal tomorrow (Sunday) with the first family group and leftovers with the second delegation on Monday. Mr G goes downstairs and finds the turkey has escaped from the fridge and is lying all nice and warm on the cement floor. GROSS. Say goodbye to that guy. Nice try on his part but he really should have made his escape before his execution. Too little, too late. It was tempting, but only for a second, to cook the beast right then and there. I just couldn’t do it. Even though it might be karma for the carnivores to get food poisioning from it, I love them all dearly and would miss them. I would, I’m sure. Yes. I would.
Mr G is sobbing as he lays the gobbler in his final resting place- our garbage can and not Mr G’s stomach where he should have been tomorrow evening.
A state of emergency is called and troops are deployed. We get the last Organic, fresh horrendously expensive turkey in Browns Your Independent Grocer‘s cooler. The rest are either frozen or the sale birds. Now, some would say (okay, me, I said it) that we should just have Turk’y. I have enough for everyone. But then I see the sad face and puppy dog eyes on Mr G and I think about what will happen to the poor soul that tells Sarah there will be no real meat turkey for dinner. And no leftovers for sandwiches. I am a kind and caring mother and wife so I just whip out the card and pay the big bucks. No more will be said.
We get home. The bird is in the little fridge with the door securely shut and facing right up against the wall so it can’t get out again. Or can it? I have just realized that the weight is 6.66 kgs.
I hope this is not my last blog post…