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Thanks for Giving


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Ah, most dollin State of Grace readers.  I do indeed thank you for giving me your kind charity in reading this here humble blog.  You have been fabulous and I don't deserve your loyalty, but I'll take it anyway because I'm piggy like that.

You all have been on to me in the nicest possible way.  You have agreed with me on some issues, respectfully disagreed on others, called me on my shit, called me to see if I'm okay, held my hand and held me tight.

Thank you.

I've had a couple of unbloggably bad days recently.  I'm okay, but I blew the National Blog Posting Month thingy.  Dang! I got to 19 days! I was doing so well!  Now, I'm no longer eligible for the valuable prizes, honor and glory that comes with blogging every day for 30 consecutive days.  I suck, man.

Another reason I suck - blew the National Novel Writing Month, too.  No comment except that I suck! Suck! Suck!

But, something that I am sticking to is this -  I've stopped using the "F" word around the hubs.  He hates it when I say the F word.  This makes me wonder if he really is from Brooklyn. 

I think the hubs has unreasonably high expectations of me just because I majored in English Lit.  I really should clue the hubs to the fact that anyone with a degree in English Literature says f*ck more than, say, someone who majored in accounting.  This is because we English majors know all too f*cking well that the accountant will get a high paying job after graduation while we end up waiting on tables.  We're f*cked, in other words.

Other than a couple of slips here and there (a given, considering the f*cked up administration that has f*cked this country over in the last 7 f*cking years), I've been golden in keeping my promise to the hubs, who prefers that I dish out my political perspectives with a side of gentility.

My vow to stop uttering the F word every other sentence will be a major challenge today because this, along with most American holidays, is a power cooking day.  Being of the Anthony Bourdain school of cooking, my use of the F word is as necessary as an excellent knife and the best butter.  Today I have to be as sweet and f*ck word free as - gulp - Rachel Ray.

Gah, Rachel Ray.

Note to hubs - See! I did not write "F*ck Rachel Ray."  Golden, I tell you.

Gaaaaah.

Moving on.  Our Thanksgiving Menu:

Appetizers:

Jumbo black olives like the kind we used to put on our fingertips as kids.

Fancy shmancy salami made with Pinot Noir.

Carrot and celery sticks

The Big Kahuna:

Brined and roasted turkey

Steamed lobster tail for the kid who does not eat fur or feather but will eat fin

Mushroom stuffing by El Hubs

Garlic roasted mashed potatoes

Rice because I'm Filipina

Brussel sprouts, aka "Barbie Cabbage"

Fresh cranberry relish

Giblet (for me) and non-giblet (for hubs, who thinks giblets are creepy) gravies

The Pie

Someone will probably stop reading my blog for this, but we don't like pumpkin pie.  We don't like pumpkin.  So sue us already.

Anyway, sugar crumb crust apple pie from the nice progressive infidels at Uhuru Bakery.

Non-partisan vanilla ice cream with that.

...and, Repeat

Then, we're going to my brother's, Gary the Marathon Man, to do it all over again tonight!

 

I'm kinda sorta live blogging this on flickr if you're interested in the brined turkey business.  It produces a turkey breast so moist and tender, you won't believe you're eating your (mother's) turkey!

All righty, then.  Back to the prep.  Happy and blessed Thanksgiving, dollins.

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GASP!

You don't LIKE pumpkin???

That's one of the best parts of fall, Grace!

Happy Turkey day to you, dearest friend. I'm wishing I ate your turkey instead of my fil's dry one.

holyfuck you must really love him.

i mean to agree to that.

wow.

You do not suck!

You are a star!!

NaBloPoMoarghhhhhhhhhhh is bloomin hard...

Just pick up where you left off cos I love reading you everyday!

Happy T-day, a bit late! I hope yours was filled with love.

I am thankful for you and your bloggy blog, missy.

I am not crazy about pumpkin pie either. My sis brings Mrs. Smith's Pumpkin Custard Pie with Cool Whip, which is not bad but I made chocolate mousse. It was a hit. :) I think I have started a new Thanksgiving tradition in my family.

So glad you day was full of family fun.

1) Grace blogging every day in November is one of the few reasons to get out of bed the whole month. So do not take your responsibilities lightly.

2) Please see my blog for the importance of having two Thanksgiving feasts during the weekend. One is for enjoying as a guest. The second, obviously, is for the bodacious leftovers that are Yours All Yours.

3) We humanities majors use f*ck more than accountants because we took that lit class that explored the history of the word from its auspicious German roots. We earned the right to drop the f-bomb whenever!

And thanks to you for supporting my little town by buying a Diestel Turkey!

I bought a Diestel this year too (from Shopper's) and brined for the first time per Alton Brown's instructions. I didn't notice a major difference. I did baste it with fig/honey/balsamic/butter glaze per Tyler Florence (yes, I love me some Food Network) and it gave it a beautiful mahogany color. Roasted it mostly breast down then turned it over with about 45 minutes left.

We don't like pumpkin much either, although I made a pumpkin custard that was better than straight pumpkin. And two pecans.

Love your blog!

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