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so we decided to stay in!
We got some friends to go in with us and brought 30 turkeys plus all the standards & flour, butter, sugar, eggs, milk, potatoes & pies into the AIDS Food Pantry here earlier in the week.
Wednesday eve I went to go get a turkey for us - not a damn turkey left anywhere in Dallas! There are always dozens from overstock, except for some bizarre reason this year. I ended up going to four different stores - not even plain old frozen turkey breast, and I was ready to stuff that bird with a citrus concoction and glaze it with butter-drawn rosemary, olive oil and paprika baste, and yank them neck bones and gizzards out make me up some down home giblet gravy with shallots & sherry.
So instead wednesday night found me circling the store like a buzzard in a black and evil mood wondering if my brownie points would be taken if I just accidentally lifted someone else's turkey out of their basket while they weren't looking and sprinted for the express checkout line.
Instead I saw another high pissy queen fixate on something in the ham bin and go back to get her cart and wheel it around and I looked myself and what did I see, eight feet away in the ham bin, but the end of a turkey drumstick pokin' up out of the hams. So just as miss thang was just turning around, the whole thing happened in slow motion and I knew that bird was a goner so I ran, did a tsukahara back layout and used some little eight year old who was loitering in front of the Brach's as a springboard and vaulted into the ham bin to snatch that damn bird. I looked up, 8.5's and 9's, Hungary gave me low marks for artistic impression but I got me the gold.
So I dusted the ice chips off my face, rolled out of the bin with that bird under my arm and sprinted like a mad leather queen at a Macy's day sale and bolted for front of the store. Finally when I got up there I looked down to see what it was I got, and it turned out it was a frozen deep fried cajun turkey. I said what the hell, and bought it and ducked out towards my car before anyone could come after me with a fire axe in the parking lot.
Now I've never bought a frozen fried turkey before and the instructions said to throw it in the oven without thawing, and I was thinking it would just turn out like turkey-jerky or something, but it was perfect - no basting, nothing, and it made well over a quart of seasoned drippings so I whipped up a nice gravy and that was that.
We had a lovely fireside dinner, bottle of wine and then called our respective relatives and said the usual yes fine fine oh that's nice, you too, love you, good night.
Don't let your Mom get you down lioness. You're the one who's living your life, not her.
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