Saturday, November 30, 2013

it's now a tradition to post about events days after they occur

While some people are recovering from the insanity that is Black Friday shopping (what unnecessary electronic on God's green earth is worth leaving your warm bed at 1am?), I'm wondering how many more meals of turkey and sweet potato casserole we have in our future. Probably six. I believe this is filed under First World Problems.
I may not have fancy china dishes, but I do have silverware that falls into the Very Fancy catergory and I love breaking it out for all big occasions. I keep it in a very secure location in the garage- between a digital picture frame and a pile of Christopher's uniform jackets. Obviously Martha Stewart keeps her holiday silverware in a similar location. 
I thought I'd be smart and do Thanksgiving dinner shopping on Tuesday. Avoid the rush and all that. I normally don't shop at the commissary, but I had to return a book at the post library and the commissary is right across the way. I've scientifically calculated the best time to shop at the commissary and unfortunately I missed the golden window this week. Either that or everyone else has also discovered the golden window. Whatever the situation, I was shopping with about 252 other people. If you've ever shopped at the commissary, can you agree that its name is a compound word made up of communal and misery
Some flowers to keep you from hyperventilating as you think of your own traumatic shopping experiences. 
Christopher met me there and we had a slight conundrum when it came to selecting a turkey. We were the only ones eating it so we didn't want a 26 pounder, but we also wanted more than a turkey breast. We thought we solved the problem when we discovered the perfect sized little turkey. Except we couldn't tell if it was a turkey or a chicken. All the wrapper said was roaster. It was in the turkey section, but I put my money on it being a chicken. PROBLEM IN THE MEAT DEPARTMENT. We didn't want to purchase mystery meat so we put a 10lb hunk of frozen meat that clearly said turkey on the label into the carriage/cart/buggy/whatever and called it a day.  

I don't mean to boast, but I was proud of the first turkey I cooked on my own. Even if it did look like a chicken.


Balisha said...

You did a wonderful job. I don't know if it was a turkey or not...but if you close your eyes while you're eating it...who can tell the difference.
Loved reading this post about your first.

Jen said...

I'm glad you had a nice Thanksgiving! :) I try to avoid the commissary it gives me anxiety haha.

Ashley said...

Oh my word. William picked out our turkey. 16.5 pounds for us and an infant. Turkey for you, turkey for me, turkey til the end of time!

Jenn said...

I really like your turkey dish ;), place settings, and fancy silverware. Also, y'all are the cutest and I am SO IMPRESSED at the cooking a full bird thing. I slacked and only did a breast. Innards and whatnot. I can't handle the slime and mystery organs they shove inside. One day when I have to grow up and cook one, I will probably call you for tips.

Michelle said...

You should have never posted your golden window on my blog! Haha J/K. I'm glad you made it out of there with a turkey and your sanity. I'm sure there were more like 500 people there at any given time on the week of Thanksgiving.

Allison said...

Things that I am jealous of: your fancy silverware, your burlap leaves and your knowledge of the golden window.

Laura Darling said...

Your chicken-turkey looks delicious. And I think your place setting looks super fancy! Look at you with those burlap leaves!

Erin said...

I am so impressed by your turkey!