For the last bunch of years I've been the one to carve the turkey at my parents' house (in the kitchen, thank you). This was the first year I did a good job.
The first year I did it, I realized that the real trick to carving a turkey is to just cowboy up and start cutting. It's all good!
(The next year I discovered spending a good fifteen minutes or so sharpening the knife (that only gets sharpened when I have to cut a turkey) is also good.)
This year was the first year I got proper slices of turkey out of the white meat. Maybe it's me, but I got it by ignoring all the hovering voices who told me to cut it against the grain. I went with the grain and got lovely slices out of that bitch! So fuck you, against-the-grain voices! Fuck you!
Which is to say, "Hooray for making your own traditions!" and "Happy Thanksgiving!" :)
I have only had two Turkey Day big dinners here in 26+ years of marriage. I also wasn't sure what to expect with 11 guests, but it worked out fine. My carved turkey looked pretty darn mangled, but it was so tasty nobody cared. AW
That's the thing we've learned about traditions over the last 8 years. They are yours to make for your family. It's one of the best things about having a family. :) I'm glad that you guys had such a nice Thanksgiving.
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The first year I did it, I realized that the real trick to carving a turkey is to just cowboy up and start cutting. It's all good!
(The next year I discovered spending a good fifteen minutes or so sharpening the knife (that only gets sharpened when I have to cut a turkey) is also good.)
This year was the first year I got proper slices of turkey out of the white meat. Maybe it's me, but I got it by ignoring all the hovering voices who told me to cut it against the grain. I went with the grain and got lovely slices out of that bitch! So fuck you, against-the-grain voices! Fuck you!
Which is to say, "Hooray for making your own traditions!" and "Happy Thanksgiving!" :)
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