Yesterday was Thanksgiving here.
I was on call. It is how I roll these days, it seems.
Despite that, I thought it would be a good idea to have people over for Thanksgiving dinner. Because we have a biggish dining room and I like to cook.
It was a good idea.
Some planning ahead and good luck meant that we had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner with Child, D and Dr. Bond.
I was ridiculously excited that I found a “decently priced” fresh turkey that was small enough to fit in our oven and the disposable baking pan that would also fit in our oven.
Jeter made it his main goal in life to eat the turkey. He tried to eat it raw, he tried to pick the chunk of extra skin out of the garbage can and then, once everyone arrived, he proceeded to jump on the counter and try to steal a bite repeatedly. That cat likes his meat.
I like having some “family” away from biological family.
I also like hosting Thanksgiving because it means we wind up with leftovers… My favourite.
Tonight we had what my family calls “Meeosh.” The recipe: Take all of the leftovers, mix and fry them together in a frying pan, then put extra gravy on top. Other people call it hash. I call it delicious. Patrick and I both looked forward to it all day.
Interestingly, Patrick had never had “Meeosh” until he married me. In fact, he never had anything quite like it. He thought us a bit odd that time as my Mom and I combined everything we pulled from the fridge in a giant frying pan. He was pleasantly surprised and has never gone back.