This year's organic free range sacrifice to the masses, also known as my Thanksgiving turkey, arrived Saturday. This morning, I removed the neck and giblet sack from his body cavities to simmer on the stove top for broth for my stuffing. I'm not sure how the turkey felt about having his personal space invaded like that but I'm really looking forward to that stuffing.
Last night, the Man-Cub and I baked the small sugar pumpkins for our pumpkin pie, which we will bake this evening while the above-mentioned turkey innards simmer away next to a saucepan of homemade cranberry sauce.
While all that delicious simmering and baking takes place, the Man-Cub and I are going to start on my village; I want it up before tomorrow so that I can concentrate on the turkey and the tree; the holiday spirit having finally invaded my soul, much like my fist invaded that poor turkey's nether-regions.
Tomorrow, we are having Oscar and Emily over for Thanksgiving dinner after which the pre-Christmas preparations will really get underway; The Teenager thinks that we should start our Black Friday shopping at midnight, when a majority of stores open for holiday business. This idea makes me frowny as I believe that 5:00 on Friday morning is plenty early for Black Friday shopping. Of course, the mere thought of shopping that day makes me frowny, whatever the ungodly hour involved, because, really; whatever happened to leisurely hitting the stores at 9:00 or 10:00? Did that go out of style along with cave drawings and wheel inventing? The Teenager thinks so.
So, you can imagine her confusion when I attempt to explain to her that stores used to wait until the day after Thanksgiving to begin their Christmas advertising, decorating, etc. Christmas carols never played on the radio before then, and; television specials featuring flying reindeer and snowmen that came alive were unseen until December 1st.
I miss the good old days.
Not enough to wait until December 1st to put up my tree, of course, just; in general. And, now I'm off to plunge Tom Turkey into an ice-cold brine bath where he will spend the next twenty-four hours, marinating for a juicy finale.
Yeah, like that's the worst thing that has happened to him, today.