Weekend Wrap-up

Thanksgiving #1 was a success, in spite of the balmy 75 degree weather that prevented me from playing Christmas tunes in the background out of fear that the guests might experience some sort of shocking brainwave dissonance from the jarring juxtaposition.

This meal was a turkey meal, which allowed us to use the new high-tech Turkey Baster from our wedding registry (we actually registered for two of them, for unexplained reasons that we still cannot recall). My previous baster from the bachelor years was made of melted poisonous plastic from the 70s and incapable of maintaining suction, so oven liquids often splashed around and ended up on whatever nonfiction books I was reading near the stove (this is baste on a true story).

After hosting eleven Thanksgivings over the past five years, I have the preparation down to a science. It's made easier by the introduction of sous-chef Rebecca, who has proven that four hands are even more helpful to have than Whose Line Is It Anyways? might suggest. We now have low-stress Model T assembly line perfected (and the T is for Thanksgiving, of course).

This meal also featured a pound of bacon in various forms.