T Day

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

For the past two years we haven't really celebrated Thanksgiving in the traditional way with turkey and dressing and all that good stuff.  Last year we ate fish; more like the pilgrims really did, or so I hear.

This year we decided to go for it. I bought a frozen chester, which, as near as Alan can tell from his search on the Internet, is just a big chicken with a a lot of breast meat.  Hence, the name Chester.  I bought a deboned one because it was half the price of the other ones and I figured I wasn't paying for bones either, so it would be a really good deal.  We'll see how that goes.  I'm crossing my fingers. Right now it looks kind of like a deflated turkey costume that someone left in a pile on the floor.

This one is for me.  I always love a good belly-button joke.

  

The other challenge with this dinner is the lack of ingredients that it takes to make a traditional Thanksgiving Day dinner.  No cranberries for sauce, not even cranberry sauce in a can.  No celery for the stuffing and  no Stove Top in case you wanted to go that route.  No canned pumpkin or evaporated milk for pies.  No yams, at least not orange ones.  The sweet potatoes here are sort of a light purple.  After you cook them they turn a gray color.  As a general rule, I try not to eat gray food.  Although I ate my share of gray-frosted sugar cookies while I was growing up.  ( Lucy used to try to get creative with her food color combinations and as I recall, most of them turned out gray.)

This one is for all the Idaho relatives who are freezing their tails off right now.

We actually have imported items to try to make this at least resemble a Thanksgiving dinner.  The only problem is that I had the kids send stuff we had in our storage room at home.  From the date we had written on top of the can, it looks like we bought the pumpkin in 2006.  It has an expiration date of April 2009, and it's not bulging or anything.  I'm not too nervous about it.  I may let Alan and/or the missionaries go first on the canned yams though.  It looks like we bought those in 1999. Canned yams aren't my favorite anyway. ( I also can't figure out how I missed donating those for the Scouting for Food drive all those years.) 

This one is for Alan.  He's out on the treadmill as I type.  He is way excited for the pie tomorrow. 

Wish us luck!