My first Thanksgiving as hostess very nearly could have been a turkey-less disaster, but instead was probably the best holiday I could ever wish for.
We had turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean hotdish, stuffing, corn pudding, cranberries from the can, rolls, pumpkin & lemon meringue pie.
Oh, and homemade, delicious, made-from-all-the-drippings
gravy (
see them whisking away using Momma's guaranteed-yummy technique?).
It wouldn't seem right to have a Thanksgiving at my place without playing with our food a little.
Who would have ever suspected that at 10:00 am that morning, this turkey was frozen solid? Between that and the temperature fork/Celsius-Fahrenheit conversion argument of 2011, Wii Jeopardy, and platefuls of excellent food, we all had a great time.
I'm thankful for my family, who can have a frozen turkey on Thanksgiving morning and panic in a bubbling laughter kind of way instead of psycho freaking, who turns taking the bird's temp into an argumentative giggle-fest.
