Turkey Day.

Just a couple more hours til the feast!

Turkey stuffed and in oven. Supplemental dishes were prepped last night. A lot of imagination went into them, and a couple of things completely forgotten about. I have no earthly idea why cooking sherry was purchased. But whatever. Perhaps a little nip in style of Julia will make everything okay.

It is my studied opinion that butternut squash in no way resembles the texture of yellow summer squash and some nonsensical thing called a carnival squash is just a pumpkin in disguise. E kindly agreed to be emmisary to veg shop for zucchini (courgettes, whatever) and returned with flowers and wine as well. Cooking proceeded nicely. Since there was not pumpkin pie filling available in the store, I made the commanding decision to create my own version of it combining a recipe from Oma and an online one. E thinks it looks like some undesirable leaking from an infant. Heh heh heh.

House has been tidied by E (how swell is her to have taken day off work and helped me? Also toodled me from uni to his house and, by chance, Katharine to big Tesco to find cranberries -- he is just fab). All of the to-go menus that get shoved through the door in ever-increasing numbers are in the rubbish bin. Movies are all in their appropriate shelving units. I am about to light candles (this has been called unmasculine, but then, I don't think that really is such a bad thing if i do the lighting).

Turkey was stuffed by a happy elf. It has been cooking for four and half hours now and the floor is coated in a convenient layer of grease from the several basting events. Thanksgiving is supposed to test people's balancing skills, right? Maybe we should go a bit slow on the sherry...

B has come in from work fainting from hunger and hintingly hoping that Thanksgiving involves hors d'oeuvres. I explained that there would have been a cheese ball except for the fact that chipped beef in a jar is not to be located. He thought briefly about licking the kitchen floor because the smell was too fabulous. E has has pity and fed him cheese on toast (his own inimitable recipe that people really should whine until they are privileged to have this prepared for them).

...from the latest basting. Oooh, it's GOOORgeous!

It is pouring down rain outside... but that makes it cosier, I think.

The Carpenters are good to listen to for cosiness effect as well. Someone appears to have allowed Louis Armstrong into the house as it sounds like he has decided to sing along with The Carpenters. This is just wrong.