There is again an issue of identity. I am told that my pseudonyms are vague and my references to "covert" operations cryptic. It will be all over soon, so it is almost a moot point. I admit I get carried away with contrived adventures. You don't even want to know about the voices in my head. But, getting back to my point, I was a little worried about suddenly referring to the "switch" bird (the second one, the good bird), for example "t thoughts" as in turkey thoughts in episode # 3; mrs. t, was, of course the turkey. And then, when I copy actual emails to my children, and there might be some from them, I have given them further aliases, which now bear more clarification.
So, child #1, I will address as L; child #2, J; child #3, H; child #4, P.
Remember that my husband is SS.
Going forward, Mindy is of course the turkey. And everything is above board now, SS actually hoisted the pan with the bird into the oven for me with nary a comment on how long we've had her. Oven preheated to 425 degrees, 35 minutes breast side down, turn down heat to 350 degrees, 40 minutes breast side up, temp at the breast (both sides), looking for 165 degrees, both thighs ideally 170 degrees, maybe 175. Out of the oven, rest for 30 minutes, and carve. Skin should shatter with crispness since she air dried for 3 days. I'm gonna have to quit calling her Mindy and stop saying "her", since this is now supper.
To revisit the names issue, let's just do away with the #s and go with L, J, H, and P., respectively.
This could now serve as a reference piece; just some housekeeping for clarity's sake.
Well, the holidays are winding down, just one more little get-together to lay out a spread for, just some nibbles for grazing, actually. This blog thing came in the midst of of the season's whirlwind, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
Talk is, the vinyl tile in the kitchen was significantly damaged by the leak from the dishwasher. SS wants to change to a linoleum floor, which will include the adjacent dining room. He also wants to take up the cabinets and put flooring underneath. This is an old house and repairs could go on and on. It's looking to be Armageddon.
By the way, he said how about that turkey being good after all this time... it sure didn't have a smell. This man would eat out of my hand.
Until next time, then, and Merry Christmas!
Aileen