Flipping the bird

It seems there are pros and cons to blocking the "comments" section of my blog. On the one hand, I won't get irritating spam disguised as actual comments, but on the other I block access from anonymous other people that can be really cool. (Like the girl who said she liked my perogies!) I guess I will have to deal with the spam, unless someone has another suggestion for me...

So, this weekend will mark my first official Thanksgiving away from home. I know, last year I was also away. But, because I was in Edmonton and thoughts of turkey and stuffing and pumpkin pie were far removed from our little cabin in the woods, it passed largely unmissed. On Monday, having been surprised by the imminence of the upcoming holiday (for some reason I thought it was NEXT weekend), my mind started quickly reeling to figure out how I would "celebrate". Flights to Winnipeg and Edmonton being well out of my price range, I would have to somehow make do here in the city.

Maybe I would make a turkey...but then, who would eat it? So, I came up with a (bright) idea. I would invite lost souls (i.e. those who didn't have a place to go for Thanksgiving) to our apartment to eat turkey. In exchange they only need bring a side dish of some sort. Jenn was in full support of this idea, Thanksgiving being the one meal where she can pretty much eat anything that is prepared without breaking out into a rash or becoming comatose. Not that she needs an excuse to eat cranberry sauce. Haha!

Yeah, so good idea...but, really most people that I know here have family here. So, I didn't expect much of a turnout. In fact, when i first broached Jenn with the idea, I added the clause "if no one comes, we can still make a chicken." Now, it has escalated to a point where we worry that our living room-less and definitely dining room-less apartment will not be able to accomodate the potential number of people that have agreed to come. Our current guest list stands at 13. With a possible 4 more people. Not that I'm ungrateful. I think it will be a blast. Or at least a good story for our grandchildren about the time when our landlady set a 'Thanksgiving surcharge" on us.

This also means that I get to make a turkey. I have never made a turkey before, but the websites make it out to be really quite simple. I have roasted a chicken in cooking class, and I imagine that it will be quite similar. And I have watched my dad make them before. I don't have a turkey lifter, or any fancy mechanisms to tie it up with, or a meat thermometer, but I'm sure these will be exciting purchases.

I will write on Monday to let you know how it went. Gobble, gobble everyone!