So I don’t think I told you details of the crazy that was Christmas day? Short version, mom went to the emergency room from about 2-5 a.m. for respiratory issues. She’s fine, better. That day though we were doing the Big Meal. I got to finally do the meal. I love cooking the bird, the dressing the sides. I love doing it. I have revised my recipe and refined and tweaked and worked it out to be damned near the best bird you’ll ever eat. I brined it, turning about ever six hours. I had the fresh herbs, the aromatics for flavor. All of it. We should have taken a pic but wanted to get the show on the road so just started carving. The only problem is that after cooking, I’m usually not really hungry. Leftovers are key. Mom packed me a big sack of goodies to bring home. Yesterday I got out of bed thinking about all my leftovers and about a nice turkey sandwich…I got out the dressing the potatoes, the green bean casserole to heat up…No. Turkey.
I got here without the turkey.
That is really par for course.