Turkey Day

For Thanksgiving, we went over to (family friend) Stacey's new townhouse. It was gorgeous, and it was fun to see all of her family again. After getting psyched up about it for many months, people decided to deep fry the turkey. (I wasn't totally on board, especially given the explosion factor, but I also knew that I didn't have a vote. I felt better after Kevin and I went out and at least bought a B-rated fire extinguisher.)

Sample photo, with my father-in-law in a turkey hat and smoking a cigar (he appears to have put his drink down), a boiling vat of oil, lots of propane, Kevin wearing oven mitts of doubtful utility, and the bird waiting to go in.



Scientific calculations:



An hour later: One cook in turkey hat, two back seat cookers, and a gorgeous field of waving grasses in the background.



Carving, and many in the kitchen:



It ended up being delicious. Debbie had asked for my family's stuffing and yam recipes, so it was fun to have those on the table, along with all of the other great dishes. I had pangs of wishing I was back with my family, but this was the first holiday where it wasn't wrenching to be away at Kevin's instead of at home. I felt like I belonged there just as much – a big step, and nice to finally be at that point. :-)