Saturday, December 09, 2006

Turkey Day!

No, its not Thanksgiving again (or still, depending on how you look at it). Today we feasted on some fabulous fowl at DR's parents' place. Before I get into that, lets have a look-see at what conditions are like in Pittsburg today.

As you can see, there is still plenty of snow on the ground (along with a woefully decapitated snowman). Why? Maybe it is from the Arctic temperatures we have been experiencing for the past few days. Waking up each morning, getting dressed and heading out to class, when - BAM! - the frigid air overcomes you like a kick in the face. Good times, to be sure. Oh well, all of that will change soon, hopefully. Today it was a balmy 45 degrees out, which turns out to be perfect for frying turkey . And so, we fried us some turkey.

When I say "we," I mean DR's parents. And boy, am I glad they were cooking instead of me. This is a shot of DR and his dad standing around the frier, mathematically calculating the right amount of cook time. Also, being cold.

My taste buds have never been so satisfied by an "old dead bird," as Grandpa calls them. Those who know me know that I am a big beef and seafood eater, but not a huge fan of poultry. That changed today. The bird was exquisitely seasoned and cooked to perfection - and I couldn't stop eating! After my initial gigantic serving I went back not once, not twice, but three times for additional portions of pullet. Ooh, it's so good!

Here is a couple snapshots of the comraderie that took place this afternoon:

Here is EB (so cute!), DR's bro and nephew

Dr's parents (on the right) and his friend's parents (left)

And what would a Beacon post be without shots of the capon carnage?

As stated earlier, we had a fabulous time. The highlight of the afternoon, in my opinion, was when EB decided to pour herself a tall glass of Kool-Aid. Being slightly parched, she sampled a drink - to which she immediately made what I can only describe as a "bitter beer face." Not wanting to step on any toes, she sat down very nonchalantly and began eating her meal. Several minutes later, DR's neice took a drink of hers - and nearly gagged. Being much younger, she had no qualms about making a fuss about how yucky she thought her beverage was. Realizing something was askew, DR's mom tried the drink herself, and without delay exclaimed "There's no sugar in it!" (or something to that end). Anyway, she took EB's glass and made a new jug of Kool-Aid, but the "damage" was already done. EB, DR and I couldn't stop laughing! Not at DR's mom, but about the situation. Maybe you had to be there, but I still chuckle when I think about it.

Well, this turned into a really long post, didn't it? I think it's time to call it quits for now.


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