So many things could go wrong in the next 24 hours.
But so many things could also go right.
Last night I made five gallons of chicken broth. Five gallons. Who does that?
And today I will make 10 pounds of mashed potatoes and put a turkey outside to brine and just pray, I mean PRAY no wild animal decides to have itself a little Thanksgiving treat.
Speaking of an animal having a Thanksgiving treat…
I’m reminded of a Thanksgiving years ago in Rocky Mount, NC. My friend and then sports editor at the Rocky Mount Telegram , Patrick invited his displaced reporter friends to celebrate together. We all came bearing food, and lots of it.
The friends who brought the turkey (God bless them) had a bit of turkey crisis on the way over, resulting in most of the turkey juices all over Steve’s pants (crotch).
After we were stuffed and settling into our turkey comas, Steve decided to take a nap before going into work to finish Friday’s paper. He was out fast.
What happened next would forever be burned in my memory.
Patrick’s miniature schnauzer sniffed his way over to Steve’s turkey crotch and, well, let’s just say he was going to town. Steve was still out cold.
I think it was the best Thanksgiving that dog ever had. Steve might think otherwise.
Good times. Good times.
So as my bird continues to thaw and I rush home at noon to get started on peeling and preparing a gazillion potatoes , I need to keep in mind what this feast tomorrow is really all about.
Not to mention those quirky memories in the making, whether they be whipped cream explosions or turkey crotch violations.
So from QoQ, the fiance and our turkeylurkey, have a wonderful and memorable Thanksgiving, and of course, keep it quirky.