
Happy Sunday, friends! (Total sidenote, one of my students said that I say "friends" as a term of endearment so often that she caught herself saying it. What else should I say? Bloggers? Homies? Peeps?)
Since it's the Sunday after Thanksgiving, I figured I'd tell you about my two Thanksgivings. I briefly mentioned my first Thanksgiving in
the previous blog post, but I thought I'd go more in-depth.
On Wednesday's typical Happy Hour date with the ladies (Liz, Casey, and Tara) I mentioned that Nick's family wasn't celebrating until the weekend and that I'd be home alone on Thursday since Nick had to work at the ER. Liz, whose family has always accepted me into their home with open arms, insisted that I spend Thursday with them. I protested a little, as I didn't want to impose on their plans. Liz told her father, who immediately called me (with Liz and her mother telling him what to say in the background!) to invite me over.
I headed over there around 10am (as lunch was set at noon) and arrived incredibly quickly (
no traffic?!). I was so early that Cathy was still getting ready for the day, so Ralph "babysat" me as he was preparing the turkeys to be cooked. His plan was to use the
rotisserie on his BBQ for one turkey and to deep fry the other. I've only had deep fried turkey once, so I was excited to get the chance to see it done.
Ralph had previously cleaned the aluminum pan that the turkey was supposed to be deep fried in, so he put the pan on the propane fire and then started to pour the oil into the pan (apparently, for safety reasons you're supposed to pour the oil in first, then put the pan on the fire...something I didn't learn until Cathy told me after-the-fact). I started noticing that something looked to be dripping onto the propane fire when I realized that it was oil. Turns out the cleaner Ralph had used ate a hole in the bottom of the pan, so the oil literally just kept flowing onto the propane fire. Um, hello, fire hazard! Luckily we noticed it in time and were able to turn off the fire and move the pan without anything going up in too large of flames.
We ended up using the rotisserie for one turkey (that ended up being undercooked, which was sad) and the roaster for the other (which tasted amazing). It was quite hilarious, and a great Thanksgiving story since nobody got hurt.
Anyway, the Pattersons' house was a blast and I'm so thankful for their open hearts.
My second Thanksgiving was yesterday in Fort Worth with Nick's family (
shout-out to Rachel; they live in Bedford so everytime we're there we usually drive through Colleyville and I think of you!). We went to Nick's mom Cynthia's house on Friday afternoon and spent some quality time with her. On Saturday morning, Nick and I helped Cynthia cook, then we headed over to Nick's
brother Patrick's house for lunch.
Something I learned over the weekend: in the south, they call stuffing "dressing." According to the plethora of Twitter friends who responded to my astonished tweet, apparently it's stuffing when it's made in the turkey and it's dressing if it's made outside the bird. Carole said she learned it's stuffing if it's comprised of regular bread and dressing if it's made out of cornbread. Who knows, as I've always called it stuffing, but any other name tastes as good!
We had an insane amount of food for 8 people, but all of it was so good! What's not pictured is the tasty lemon meringue Alana's friend Lanae made. Amazing!
So those were my Thanksgivings! Four total turkeys, one oil fire, and no injuries. Overall quite successful.