Merry Thanksmas!

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I elbowed my sailor awake at 8:00 Sunday morning.

“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.

It wasn’t.

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!

Gobble Gobble

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I picked up a surprise for my sailor on Friday–a frozen turkey!

I would’ve gotten him a fresh turkey, but the local Safeway only stocks them for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Turkey lovers looking for a fowl fix at other times must settle for frozen.

Fresh or frozen–it’s no big deal for me as I won’t be involved in its preparation. (I’ll likely be shopping or reading.)

The guy at the meat counter explained that my sailor will have to soak his turkey (breast side down, mind you–apparently this is very important for some reason) in cold water for six to eight hours before cooking to defrost it. He’ll have to remember to change the water every two hours.

It will be like caring for some flabby water-dwelling pet for the better part of a day–until he massages its wet hide with oil and herbs and slaps it into a hot oven!

I can’t wait for our upcoming feast, especially since I’m ultimately responsible for it. Although I won’t be cooking, I did take matters into my own hands (buying my sailor a frozen turkey.) Woo hoo–I’m finally going to get my much-anticipated sailor-prepared turkey dinner.

Surprisingly, my sailor’s come onboard and he’s also feeling pretty good about my plans. (Possibly because I also picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels, which I’ve heard is necessary for a happy turkey chef.)