Thanksgiving is a bit amazing in my apartment. The past two years it goes like this: The week before, Kristen and I start to stress. Ornaments and food need to be purchased. The apartment needs to be cleaned. Shall we wear costumes? It should be low-key and low-stress. Then we bicker with no words. This year the kitchen sink clogged, and still hasn't been fixed (oh those amazing Queens landlords and their friends that do things like plumber every third Thursday of the month but only during leap years.) Rachel comes over the night before. I make some pie crust. I go to roll it. I hate it. I start again. We drink wine. Pies get done at 1 AM. We get into bed and get up too late the next day. And a few people come. Not many. Its quiet, just like we like it. And calm. And then we just sit around all day long. Maybe go for a walk. Hit up a bar for a drink. It all goes by too quickly, and we forgot to get a picture of the food.
I was a bit bitter this year to learn that I made a huge mistake with the turkey. The recipe said turn the turkey. So I turned it around. It should have said FLIP the turkey! FLIP Martha Stewart! FLIP! I was wondering why the bottom just didn't cook. Oh well. I made a nice stock out of it.
Here's the pic I did get of it:
I hope everyone had as wonderful of a holiday as I did!
2 comments:
don't sell bad i cooked mine all day and it still wasn't cooked thouse pesky turkeys
that should say don't fell bad no't sell bad haha after all these years i still can't spell
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