Okay, Inet is finally back up!

I think that this may have given me the impetus to finish up the goddamn move to the new domain. I really truly am almost done, but since I have been almost done for simply months, I may well spend some of my long weekend finishing up.

Anyway, the entries you missed start here.

So, yesterday was Thanksgiving, and I finished making the house presentable, made the stuffing, unwrapped the turkey...and froze.

I called Mom, crying "Mom, Mom, what do I do with this turkey?!"

And she's talking me through it and I'm finding the giblets and I'm finding the neck and I'm sewing up the turkey's ass and I'm watching the clock, realizing that it's 1.30p and Nik was supposed to be there at 1p,and then it hit me that if Nik was lost and calling me, he would have gone directly into my voicemail, so I hung up on my mother and checked my messages, and he had called.

It was such a pathetic message, since he thought that it was an answering machine and that I would hear him, so he just kept talking and talking. He had gone about a million miles past my stop and was about to start walking back.

I ran upstairs and to borrow the car so that I could go and find him, but there was a car blocking in Cynthia's car. She said that we could just knock on the doors and see if we could find the owner, and if we couldn't, then we'd call the police and they would come with a bullhorn, and if no-one answered the bullhorn they would tow it.

I said "That would take so long that I think that Nik would have gotten here by then!" and I turned my head and he was walking down the street.

You see, I had given him two landmarks before my stop, and he didn't see the second one, so he just drove and drove. It's really easy to get to my house, once you have done it once, that first time, though, is a doozy.

It was pouring down rain all morning, I'm just glad that it had stopped by the time he had to make that trek!

Anyway, once Nik was safely in the house I called Mom again for some last-second instructions and put the bird in the oven.

I looked at him and said "Are you hungry? 'Cause this isn't gonna be ready for hours!" and he admitted that yes, he was indeed hungry, and I hadn't had breakfast yet, so I looked through the fridge for anything that could be made in the microwave, and saw a Swanson's Hungry Man Frozen Dinner (since it was Hungry Man, there were two meat loafs included) and we split it.

He said "This reminds me of Broadway Danny Rose, when they had turkey TV dinners for Thanksgiving!"

We watched Jaws and the end of It's a Wonderful Life, during which I annoyingly chorused along with the dialogue, then the football game and we drank wine while I chopped up the giblets and mashed the potatoes and basted the bird (I had gotten roasting bags as Firedrake had suggested, but forgot to use one).

Of course I had forgotten to buy a meat thermometer, and this wasn't a popup turkey, so I decided to leave the turkey in for an extra fifteen minutes, even though it looked pretty done, as I didn't think that trichinosis would be particularly festive, then I took it out and covered it with Reynold's Wrap and...

Completely forgot how to make gravy.

So I called Mission Control again, and she talked me through it. I left it to rest, and it looked a little thin, but what did I know? I don't eat gravy! It was like a vegetarian cooking a steak, how the hell should I know what it is supposed to look like? So I asked Nik, and he agreed that it looked a little watery, so I called Mom and she said to make a paste of water and flour and add it, not just add flour.

And it worked! It got thick!

So I emptied the turkey and carved the breasts the way Michael said to on the Food Network (remove the breasts whole, then carve then up crossways) and sat down and took a bite, and it was good!

It crowed "I made a turkey!" then, "Let me see if I made stuffing, too...(chewchewchew)...I made stuffing!" It tasted just like my Mom's stuffing, which is the best stuffing in the whole world.

I was as proud of myself as if I had split the atom.

So, we ate ourselves sick and then had bread pudding, and the cats made friends with Nik (all but Elvis, who is very shy about strangers) and we watched Groundhog Day.

It was the best Thanksgiving ever.

And if you want to read about one of the funniest Thanksgivings ever, go here.

Today's horoscope:
You and a loved one might fall into fighting, especially about money, possessions or sexuality. Be willing to compromise.

One year ago today:
I am fucking sick of spelling Weehawken!

* Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow *

E-Mail

Logo and graphics and o, just everything by:
Amanda Erickson!

This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors.
Last Updated Fri 27 November 12:01:09 1998