Because of logistics, etc., we are doing the big family dinner today, at my house (and I hope like hell none of you had to travel on IH-10 yesterday going east from Houston ... holy fuck!)
I'm looking at a 22 lb. tom turkey and a turducken (don't know how much it weighs). Also a spiral ham my brother brought. About ten side dishes of various origin -- several indiscriminate (and dubious-looking, to me) casseroles, dressing and gravy, mashed potatoes, fresh purple hull peas (from the garden), Lima beans, green salad, schoolhouse yeast rolls. Lotsa starch and carbohydrates. Not a fucking cranberry in sight.
I dumped a shot of bourbon over the turkey when no one was looking, before it went into the oven. I don't know if that is a good thing to do or not, but I felt compelled to do it. I think I'm going to pass on the casseroles, and go light on the mashed potatoes and dressing and bread. Jam myself full of meat and legumes and green salad, then drown it all in Early Times.
Got my girl's parents and my mom and both my sons and their significant others here. Also both my brothers and sisters-in-law and all my nieces and nephews. Wish my dad was here, because he liked to cut up the turkey. Now it is my job, and I fucking hate cutting up the turkey.
The place is pretty packed, and close, and loud. I'm drinking bourbon today (if you hadn't guessed already), not beer.
I am one very happy -- and thankful -- motherfucker.
Cheers from Beaumont.
Out.