I arrived in August eight years ago, to marry the woman I dated and fell in love with 35 years before that. That first Thanksgiving I wanted to show off my turkey brining technique and succeeded in amazing dear wife as I had everyone who shared in this delight the previous three years. She saw what I did, made a note of how it worked and I haven't been allowed back for Thanksgiving preparations in the kitchen since. She won't touch the espresso machine so I did get at least that close for a short while to observe her measurements and calculations from a distance . . . enough to be able to make a guess at the end result. I see both sweet potatoes and preparations for mashed potatoes. And I wonder which army she's getting ready to feed? It's not just the neighbor lady across the street who lives all alone, it's me too! She's got steamed sugar pumpkins fresh out of the oven which always means home made pie (my favorite) A while later, I was asked to continue sauté-ing chopped onions (for what looks to be part of the stuffing) while she bastes the free range organic Diestel turkey hen that sits all it's 12.27 pounds covered with tinfoil in a pan in the oven. I arrived the expert in brined thanksgiving turkey and now I'm not even qualified to baste it with a stick of butter. Ahh . . . well, I get to enjoy my espresso while pecking out notes to friends for the holiday. Oh yeah, and I saw some fresh cranberries on the counter. If she bakes a loaf of homemade bread later in the day, I'm going to just have to give up my humiliation and enjoy the meal and enjoy the day and enjoy my friends. My best to you all, John D
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