Thanksgiving, doesn’t that already seem like so long ago? Well, let me tell you about my Thanksgiving, mostly so I don’t forget that this was the year that the oven went wacko. I was so stressed out last year, I guess, with my job that I don’t even remember last Thanksgiving (2008). My parents, Grma and Great Aunt were here and apparently we had a very nice day…I thought that was 3 or 4 years ago. Then I found the pictures, yup they were here, last year.
So Thanksgiving 2009, I’m laid off, so no work related stress to deal with and the turkey is doing it’s happy little turkey thing in my oven. It’s been in there going on 5 hours and I’m thinking it should have only been 4/12 hours (barely a 15 pound bird), finally the little popper on his butt ‘pops’. But, I know not to trust these. So I also check him with my own thermometer—twice. He's done. Fast forward about ½ an hour, Meghan has the gravy about done and everything is on the table. We start the carving and my new electric knife I got at Kohl’s and blogged about a couple weeks ago…was worth the money. Unfortunately, it didn’t help the undone thighs. Oh the top of the turkey was done, but the bottom, no. So what did I do? Well, after sharing a 2 second look with my husband (OH MY GOD THE STUPID #@#$%# TURKEY ISN’T DONE!!!) I calmly advised my family of the situation. My dad’s aunt said, “Well, we’re not going to starve, just put it back in the oven for a while.” - Oh the wisdom. So, I put it in another roasting pan and cranked the heat up. We put everything in the fridge that needed to. I did some dishes, discussed at length with my mom, grandma and aunt what could have possibly been the problem and about an hour later we ate. It was done. It was delicious. (Friday I went out and bought an oven thermometer, and that's the problem it's off, way off. Paul will fix or I'll be getting a new oven for Christmas.)
Now, if that isn’t enough of a story to make this the thanksgiving that we all remember…**November 2014****: “Remember the time mom’s oven sensor/thermometer went bad and the turkey wasn’t done….hahahahha”. Well we can also say, “OH yeah! That was the same year, Grand pap (my dad) went peasant hunting in the morning and when he got home, Jake bit him, and it got infected and after we finally ate, he had to go to the ER and have intravenous antibiotics because it started hurting so bad…..”
I am not making this up.
(Jake is my dad’s 12+ year old English setter. He’s never bit anyone, he doesn’t even growl. They’re just not that kind of dog breed. We have a Gordon setter, same deal.) So we don’t know what triggered it. He’s an old dog and they don’t go hunting very often anymore. Did he just want to stay in his dog crate nice and warm in the back of my dad’s truck? Is he losing his hearing, eye sight, getting doggy dementia and my dad startled him? He was fine and acted like nothing happened 10 seconds later. My dad called him out of his crate and said he jumped right out and came over to my dad wagging his tail. He’s been fine since. Sadly, my dad had to go back to hospital for a 2nd round of intravenous antibiotics on Saturday, (they wanted to admit him at that point but he refused-yup, if the infection doesn’t do him in, my mom might.) He went back in on Sunday and it's finally responding to the antibiotics and the blood work came back that his blood isn’t infected so that was a relief. But he had to stay home from hunting camp. It’s the 1st day of buck here in PA and “the men in the family” go to the mountains. As I’ve said before, all the deer are here in suburbia, but there’s no messing with tradition.
Is it ok if I wish for a really quiet Christmas, like “shhhh...Nobody talk, breathe, move.” Let’s just watch the tree, wrapped in a warm quilt, or maybe bubble wrap- it’s safer. Is everybody up to date on their booster shots, flu shots? Rabies vaccination anyone?