"Oh Margie, you came and brought me a turkey, on my vacation from worky

[matuskababe]

So the Leafs are playing, I can hear the game downstairs on the TV, my sister has it blaring and I have an exam (gothic English) for which I have done minimal studying for and my fingers smell like turkey. Why turkey you ask. Well we were going to a have a few guests over for dinner so I, being the only one home during the day got to make it. Which is fine with me, I’ve made on before. This past Thanksgiving I made a whole dinner, turkey, stuffing, garlic mashed potatoes, the whole nine yards for Jon, his roommate and the current girlfriend at the time and me. Turned out super well, except for a few minor glitches (a stove that is fixed!) and this time the bird was totally thawed so I didn’t have to fight with it to get the neck and the insides out. So I approached my bird this morning all nicely defrosted and pulled the bag with the inside out. They keep them in a bag in the bird b/c some ppl use those parts for soup or stuffing. Personally I grab the bag, take it out and throw it out with out even looking in it. Kinda gross to look at something else’s insides. So then I grab the neck and the backbone thingy and rip that out, and it makes a very nice cracking noise. Warped yes, but there’s a certain sense of power there, and I’d never consider hurting a living thing, but this bird had met it’s untimely fortune a while back. So now I have stick my hand up the rear so that I can wash it out, not a very nice thought but it’s gotta be cleaned. So find I did it all and put in the oven for the required length of time, basted it, all that good jazz. This time it was done on but, but the guests were no longer coming, they had a change in plans, my mom had to go to work, and my dad was late coming from work and my sister doesn’t appreciate others cooking unless she took part in it. And as much as it sucked to have any one appreciate the fine bird I had made, I strangely like being in the kitchen. Cooking and baking make me feel useful and I like it when no one’s home and the tv is on or I’ve got my music and I can do what I want as I cook. I just don’t do dishes, hence the reason I forced my sister to do them. So I carved the whole bird up, cuz keeping it whole in the fridge is a pain in the butt, the thing is so damn big. But now my fingers smell like turkey b/c it took me so long to carve. Any suggestions on how to get rid of smells from fingers, beside washing them with soap, cuz I’ve tried and it’s not working!

I must be getting back to my notes about Frankenstein….. GO LEAFS GO!!!!!

~Jen