lazing on a sunny afternoon

[sab]

Color me as surprised as anyone else; our turkey day went off without a hitch. I called my aunt in Rhode Island. "You gotta lift up the tuchas," she says. "They hide the heart and the giblets in a secret bag under the tuchas!" We didn't find it 'till the turkey was carved, after all.

Eleven people, four pies, and seven bottles of wine. Marcus bought pin lights, the icicle ones, and we strapped 'em up with a staplegun and the room was positively festive. Ghetto, but festive.

I knitted four scarves.

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I invented a baste of butter and chicken broth, garlic and Gulden's Spicy Brown mustard. I kicked turkey-basting's ass. I basted every half hour for five hours. "Anyone wanna get pregnant?"

Bron and Micah cleaned the fuck out of this house. We shopped five, six times. We have one small saucepan to use as a pot, and no meat thermometer. We made FIVE DISHES. We played the Name Game, and I thought of pene, and I love you and I'm worried about you and I miss you.

We COOKED THINGS. Ask sorlklewis -- she did most of the heavy recipe-ing and preparing. (I just BASTED. I also cut up two oranges, in the skin, and cooked them inside the turkey. I'm Alton Brown!)

Anyway, I took pictures.




Bron washed the turkey, because my aunt told us to.


Also, we rubbed the inside with salt, for some reason.


Maayan was staunchly supervisorial, you see.


Bron made stuffing!


People showed up! Shox!


JD! As seen here with Maay. and Marcus.


We played X-Box and parlor games!


And wrestled! (Shox, as seen here with Amy.)


But CHECK ME OUT I MADE A TURKEY!


(In other news, Amy's still hot.)


L'chaim, dude.


Dinner!


On a real live table. Though, you'll note, at least three of us are sitting on a bed.


Clockwise, from left: turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, string bean casserole, mashed potatoes (made from scratch by Shox, after we soundly vetoed the powdered kind.)


And drink.


And epic exhaustion.


And amused disbelief.


It turns out eleven people make short work of a 19lb turkey.


*I* washed dishes. A LOT of dishes!


SEE. Dishpan hands!

Comments

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

*snort* Yes. Or, for me, usually, "holy crap, is my nose REALLY that big?" *g*

[maudelynn.livejournal.com]

Hush now. I think your nose is lovely. BTW I met you at the Bar one night. Not just total stanger trollin.... just strange trollin. The icon is me before I cut off my hair :}

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Did we meet!? Amazing. I've forgotten. But your reputation precedes (or succeeds, depending on the date of our meeting) you, of course, and I know jes' who you are. (Plus I saw the Halloween pics -- DUDE.)

(And I second your rec of Highland Grounds -- I had a friend who was an acoustic guitarist, so I spent many an open mic night there a couple years back. HG and Molly Malone's, but HG has much better coffee. *g*)

When did we meet? Shox's party?

[maudelynn.livejournal.com]

One night in late September, a friday night I believe, Lij introduced me to you and Heidi. I believe there was another gal with you who had on a really cool shirt. I have a really good memory gland. I also have a funny feeling we met at Goldfingers when Christa, Guy, my friend Fiona and I were there for my birthday in June. But even my memory cannot withstand the amount of alcohol I injested that night. Ahh, my rep is interesting I hope, at the least :p
HG is haunted you know!
Yes that house we spent Halloween in is just utterly amazing. Mix that with Jz's skills = art. The portraits are too perfect....

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Holy cats, I *do* remember. You were sitting at one of the tables near the back door. And the cool-shirted girl was sorlklewis, in her Mambo regalia, as I recall. How about THAT.

I wasn't at Goldfinger's for your b-day; was there for Sala's, however, but I would've remembered Fiona. *g*

HG is haunted! Do tell.

[maudelynn.livejournal.com]

You were sitting at one of the tables near the back door
Indeed that was me :}

but I would've remembered Fiona. *g*
Ahh yes, I am often forgotten when standing beside her. Oh well .....But I understand it as she is my doppleganger. I love her dearly.
HG is haunted! Do tell.
There is a flapper era woman that haunts the bathroom.....

So did you hear any good tales from our halloween outting? Christa and I think we heard something......