I have a problem with turkey grease. This is why I do not dress up too nicely when I visit my mom for Thanksgiving. I am the one who carves the turkey–which I do before we bring it to the table. At some point, as I remove a drumstick or slice through the white meat, there is spillage. Hot, greasy turkey juice. One year all over my frayed shirt and least favorite jeans. Another all over my beaten sneakers. But this year was good. Just got a little on the old khaki pants I was wearing. I take this as a good sign for the following year.
Turkey Day 2007 went very well, actually. Each year I make at least one dish for the meal, usually extemporaneously from whatever Ma has in her fridge. This year I threw a selection of frozen broccoli, cauliflower, and zucchini into a pan with garlic, just to flavor, then tossed that with breadcrumbs and grated parmesan, then tossed that in the oven. The kids loved it. My mother made turkey gravy–something she never made for us when we were kids! That lady has been watching Food Network.
So that was my Thanksgiving. How was yours?
Okay, firstly, your knives are none too sharp if you’re spraying turkey fat while you’re carving. Also, wear that “leather” Jaime Gumb number and you won’t have to worry about your paper white shirt.