This year was our first married Thanksgiving. For weeks, Chris had been excited to roast his first turkey, and I was equally excited for stuffing! We made a game plan, did our grocery shopping, and went to bed (relatively) early the night before so we could get started at 7am. Thursday morning came. Game on.
Well, the first hiccup came early — I had trouble sleeping, so we slept in an extra hour. We adjusted and got right back on schedule, though. (Yes, we made a schedule.) As it turns out, we learned a number of things:
- Chopping the vegetables the night before means we don’t have to get started until 8am. Whoo hoo!
- Our 24-pound turkey took about 5.5 hours to cook. By about 3 hours, enough fat had drained off to baste it.
- We do not have a platter big enough to hold a 24-pound turkey. Fortunately, a smaller platter on a baking sheet will suffice.
- Potholders can also be trivets.
- The day is not nearly as busy as I thought. We had breaks to to watch Star Trek, set the table, and so forth. It was easier than cooking for the party we just had! (Then again, we had over 30 people there.)
I also took notes on miscellaneous adjustments to our schedule and recipes. Here is the result of our Thanksgiving Matrix (which obviously is not formally a matrix, but sounds niftier than Thanksgiving Chart):

the Thanksgiving Matrix, stained and annotated as we used it to guide us through our first Thanksgiving!
And here is the resulting feast:
- the turkey! 24 pounds!
- mashed potatoes
- Brussels sprouts
- green bean casserole
- Henry is drooling
- none is more attentive while Dad carves the turkey
- working our way through!
- floral centerpiece from Mom B
- pumpkin pie
- upside-down cranberry cake -- anh's favorite holiday dessert
- Why are we here and not where the turkey is?
- Of course, compensatory scratches are welcome
Having slept well with the aid of turkey somnolence, we dismantled the bird this morning. Henry also helped, sort of.
- Commence Operation Dismantle-the-Turkey!
- We might need more tupperware...
- Having our morning tea as we operate
- flying bird -- the remaining carcass for turkey soup!
- Daddy felt bad for the puppy, who waited patiently during the entire operation for scraps to fall without whining or fussing. His reward: licking the pan! (which anh subsequently scrubbed)