ESC’s mom: so you had a good thanksgiving dinner?
ESC: oh yeah. we bought a turducken this year.
mom: a…a what?
ESC: a turducken.
mom: I don’t know what that is.
ESC: It’s a chicken stuffed into a duck stuffed into a turkey.
mom: oh. so…they breed them like this now?
THE TURDUCKEN! the great turducken thanksgiving of ought seven. The great experiment that went smoother than expected, mostly due to my insistence that we order it already put together, instead of making it ourselves.
also, we cooked it in one of those turkey roasting bags.
after a few hours, we removed the bag. we might have done this too early because it significantly slowed the cooking time.
done!
now time to make the gravy
The meal prep was a challenge because my SiL’s oven AND microwave were both broken, so we only had my MiL’s oven to work with. We had to roast the turducken, cook the two different kinds of stuffing, acorn squash, and green bean casserole in shifts. It was fun. Then cart everything over to SiL’s house for dinner.
where’s dinner, we’re starving!!!
after gorging on enough food to make the pilgrims blush, we introduced the kids to our Wii. Which might have been kind of cruel of us, considering the fact we had to take it with us when we left on Sunday. I’m sure they’ll stop crying soon.
Friday Kev and I woke up at 3:40am to battle the stores for black friday. We were smart this year: prepare, make lists, and divide and conquer. We split up and managed to get most everything we wanted – christmas presents and goodies for ourselves. It was a good haul, and we were home by lunch time. To sleep.
Saturday Kev dug out his guns and we went a’ shootin’. yeeeehaaaaw!
Sadie found an admirer.
Sadly, Killer’s love went unrequited.
Poor Sadie was nearly dead with exhaustion when we left on Sunday. I think she might be getting to old to be thrown together with a bunch of country dogs. In the evenings back at my MiL’s house she fled to her bed in our bedroom to pass out.
They are a threatening bunch
hiding in the garage during the gunplay
So oh yeah, it was a fun holiday. But it’s good to be home.
Damn, I was hoping to see a few words on the anomaly where a person incorporates the cells of their unborn twin into their own body. That kind of Chimera.
See… since that is what first brought me to your blogginess, the genetics and life science stuff. Oh, and the bondage chicken.
As a former vegetarian, the turkducken sounds not at all appetizing, whatabout a tofurkey? You know you love my hippie weirdness.
My that’s a big gun you have there
My mom totally has those plates
That sounds like something my mom would say.
We had the same napkins, hahahaha. But not as much gunfire. Are you going to knit gun holsters for Kev? You should be a nice wivey and whip some out for his Christmas stocking,
Good to have you back in Georgia, Bonnie Parker!
Two words, you hot gunslinger:
Clip Cozy.