When I picked up my Thanksgiving turkey a couple of weeks back, I knew that it was a large bird. I didn't realize that it was twenty-three pounds large, nor did I realize that my largest roasting pan would be almost too small to accommodate the fowl.
Luckily, I was able to squeeze the bird into the pan, and, once it starts to roast tomorrow, it should shrink enough to make it easy to remove from the pan (She said, with fingers crossed and prayers sent).
The turkey giblets and neck are simmering away on the stovetop, growing ever more tender for their introduction to the stuffing and gravy tomorrow, and I just pulled a pumpkin cheesecake out of the oven. There is still a pumpkin pie baking away in the other oven as I type this, and, I will start on the homemade cranberry sauce later this evening. The meal, it is coming together, nicely.
The Teenager will be home later this afternoon and I can't wait to have everyone here and accounted for, because, as much as I love the food on Thanksgiving, I love having my family around far more.
Perhaps you can relate.