What a day. I’m generally ecstatic about get togethers of any sort, however, thanksgiving is a time where food is showcased and people come together sharing in a warm thankful experience. I don’t know if there’s a word that outdoes ecstatic so I’m going to say I’m ecstatic, ecstatic, about thanksgiving. Just a side note, it was a thanksgiving dinner at Evelyn’s parents place 6 years ago now where are love first started to build (I asked her to be my girlfriend).
In preparation for this event, which was held at our place, Evelyn set the date and invited all the North Americans; though no one from the states came we had a total of 13 Canadians around our two tables. We had to special order a turkey from the third butcher we went to and it took 4 days to come in. I’ve never actually roasted a turkey. To start we don’t have a roasting pan. Luckily Evelyn was given a gift certificate for a couple stores from her boss. We found a beautiful roasting pan that will be used many time in the next year because roasts are fantastic! So is gravy mmmmm. Well to get things started we pre-heated the oven I pulled the skin back from the breast and poured melted butter down the literal chest of the turkey along with some fresh sage and thyme. The turkey was placed in the oven for 20 minutes at a very high temp (450 or 475 F) for 20 minutes supposedly sealing in the succulent juices then the temperature is lowed to 120 C – Sorry, I don’t think properly any more now that I live here. Celsius and Fahrenheit sort of merge and I do things in both. Well after that was all set, ready to cook for a good 3 hours we continued getting ready for the dinner. I started making some stuffing while a friend was also making a butternut soup. The kitchen was fairly busy and definitely tight. Some time later about 30 minutes before people are supposed to arrive Mike looks over at me and says “isn’t that supposed to be flipped up?” He was referring to the ridiculous on switch for our oven. Someone’s body had somehow pushed it down and the turkey thermometer read 60 C when it should have read 87 C. Oops. Thanksgiving dinner’s supposed to be late anyways so people are extra hungry.
ON:
It was a potluck and no one disappointed. We had so much rich delicious food our eyes smitten, persuaded our bodies to consume too much. After dinner people tryptophaned out on the couches, helped with the dishes, or tried to walk the dinner off by pacing from room to room=me. It was a success, dessert came out at least an hour later and most people managed to finish off there plate of chocolate cheesecake, fruit salad, and walnut cake with baked pears on top.
It was a day to remember, how blessed we all are. Canadians living in Australia have it good.
Lastly, Evelyn decided to start making the cheesecake late Saturday night because we had gone “camping” Friday and Saturday. So she got it all ready, drove over to Willy and Jenna’s at 12 am to pick up some more cream cheese, put the cake in the oven around 1:30 am set her alarm for 2:30 am to take it out. Went to sleep and woke up at about 6:30 in utter shock realizing she had turned the alarm off while sleeping. The cheesecake may have been a little less moist then it would have been, yet was still wonderful and put people over the top as they enjoyed it.
C.
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