Tag Archives: Thanksgiving

Who's the turkey now?

By justquirky | Published: November 27, 2009
Can you spot the turkey in this picture? I’m pretty sure she’s wearing a red polka dot apron. But come on, folks. Give me a break. I had just finished brining, preparing and cooking my very first turkey. (Plus 22 lbs is HEAVY! “Take the picture, Babe!”) And you know what? It was phenomenal. Honestly, [...]
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Turkeylurkey

By justquirky | Published: November 25, 2009
So many things could go wrong in the next 24 hours. But so many things could also go right.  Last night I made five gallons of chicken broth. Five gallons. Who does that? And today I will make 10 pounds of mashed potatoes and put a turkey outside to brine and just pray, I mean [...]
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The 22 pound turkey in the fridge

By justquirky | Published: November 24, 2009
You. Thawing in my fridge with godspeed I hope. It dawned on me that our relationship so far has been all about me. me. me. My big fat Thanksgiving dinner for 15 people. My need for you to thaw. My need to find the perfect recipe for you. My need for you to taste really [...]
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Whipped cream shot gone terribly wrong

By justquirky | Published: November 22, 2009
<—- This is my future father-in-law. After he tried to use my future mother-in-law’s new fancy whipped cream dispenser fraternity-style right into his daughter’s mouth. Clearly, it went horribly wrong, as no one really read the directions on the thing. And, of course, her mouth was the test run for said device. Because, um, that’s [...]
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The Thanksgiving Tree

By justquirky | Published: November 26, 2008
When I was a little girl, my family always traveled to Bowling Green, KY on Thanksgiving. This was an 8-hour trip invovling repeat tape flips of The Muppets Christmas Album. (FIVE GOLD RINGS!) Usually, mischief between my brother and myself would ensue around the six hour mark–Evansville, IN. (“He hit me!” “Shut up, brat!” “Daaad!”)  Inevitably, we would arrive [...]
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