Last weekend, BV and I hosted our 3rd Thanksgiving dinner here at home. The first year we had five guests, last year we had ten, and this year we had eleven adults and three kids. If this nonsense keeps up, I may have to find an VA or American Legion equivalent to rent out for the day.
All in all, the day went much smoother than I remember last year being. We did some prep and cleaning during the week, and I even managed to sleep in until about 9 o’clock that morning. The first order of business was to wiggle the table out of the kitchen into the living room, and then to see how many chairs we could jam in around it. We managed to get all 10 of our chairs in, and one of BV’s friends was set to bring two more so at least all the adults could get a seat. Naturally Marry die Katze was the first to test out the seating. As soon as we had them all set, she hopped up on one, and proceeded to make her way around the table, until she found her favorite place to nap in. Truly, everything that comes into this house becomes a Katzenspielplatz (kitty playground), in very short order.
The next order of business was to get the turkey washed and prepared. This year’s bird was just a touch larger than last year’s, and needed a little extra trussing to fit in the oven without melding to the side.
I used the same recipe as last year, and I do think it’s a winner. I thought that last year it took quite a bit longer to roast than the recipe said (maybe to do with the wee European ovens), so I made sure to get it in by 12:30. I figured if people were arriving at 4:30, it would be ready to come out about then. But it seems my memory failed me, as it was perhaps in the oven a bit too long. It wasn’t super dry, but I could have cut it shorter. Noted for next year!
Right after we got the turkey in, my friend Bina showed up absolutely laden with wine to be my sous-chef/wine-pourer. BV finished up the cleaning, while we got everything prepared for the stuffing, mashed potatoes, buttermilk biscuits, and roasted spaghetti squash. We even had time for a solid wine-drinking break in the afternoon! Then it was all hands back on deck to get things going before/while everyone was arriving.
Once again this year, I totally failed at picture-taking. But at least I got a nice picture of the table all set, before we had to squish in the extra seat and ruin the symmetry! I also didn’t get a good picture of the finished turkey, but oh well. Instead, you get a rare sighting of BV*, carving it up.
The guests all piled in from the 4:30 train and their assorted vehicles. They came bearing amusements for the Kinder, chairs, appetizers, more wine, more vegetables, fruit salad, and dessert… a pumpkin pie at that! Oh, and enough chocolate to feed an army. Mountain of food doesn’t even do it justice. Speaking of mountains, here’s one of turkey…
Thanks to S.M. for these last two pictures, because at that point I was not functioning enough to operate anything besides a knife and fork. Here’s another of his photos, “slightly” altered, again to protect ze identities…
The table was cozy, to say the least. But I think everyone enjoyed themselves. We ate, we drank, and a few laughs were had. BV made friends with one of our wee guests, and taught him to play the piano and clean tools while the parents cleaned up my kitchen. Can’t ask for more than that!
I hope that all the other Americans had a lovely Thanksgiving as well… and now we can turn our attention to Christmas. Because God knows, that Glühwein isn’t going to drink itself!
*In true German fashion, he prefers to keep his identity off of the Interwebz as much as possible. But I thought this picture was just blurry enough to placate him.