“Wake up!” I hissed. “You have to soak your turkey!”
His eyes popped open. Being a sailor, he assumed soak your turkey was a euphemism for something fun.
He had to soak his frozen turkey to defrost it for roasting. Sunday was to be our family’s Thanksmas celebration–an amalgamation of Thanksgiving and Christmas, the two turkey roasting opportunities he’d missed.
His initial disappointment aside, my sailor performed admirably, putting together a complicated turkey dinner with mashed potatoes, gravy, homemade stuffing, two different vegetables and cranberry sauce. (Okay, the cranberry sauce came from a can, but he did transfer that gelatinous mass into a pretty serving dish.)
He was in the kitchen for hours, chopping, boiling, mashing, stuffing and all manner of other cooking verbs.
Afterward, I loaded the dishwasher, but he dealt with the grosser aspects of clean-up–disposing of the stripped carcass and scrubbing the roasting tin.
In short, he performed like a kitchen champion.
And he thanked me for providing the opportunity to work his fingers to bone for me.
I love Thanksmas!