This year our Thanksgiving meal was unique. We had tossed turkey and dog food. I know, not everyone can enjoy such unusual holiday fare, but then it takes a special talent to come up with such things.
When I removed the turkey from the oven it was a picture perfect golden brown, the stuffing displayed in a perfect mound between the legs and I knew it was done because the little plastic thermometer had popped. I asked my daughter to steady the pan while I lifted out the bird. All was going well until the darn thing fell apart as I was lifting, so I only had half a bird as I moved it over the serving platter. Then the inevitable happened. Before I got the 1/2 bird placed on the platter it too fell apart, flipping around in mid air and landing upside down on the platter with its two winds spread as if in flight and displaying its ripped apart belly. Caroline and I were laughing hysterically as I stabbed and managed to flip the bird back over. We then tried to remove the remaining half a bird from the pan, but everything kept just falling off the bone so the other half of the platter was a jumbled mess of turkey and a mound of stuffing. Of course everyone knew we were having a bit of an issue so when my tossed turkey was placed on the table, it was good for a laugh. Little did we know the best was yet to come.
Corbin, who is 3 years old, took one look at that mound of stuffing on that platter and said “Dog Food, No!” and went to the other end of the table.
That announcement of his impression of my cooking got me to laughing so hard I was choking. How can you argue with the observation of a 3 year old? You can’t. No matter what we said, no matter who ate what, Corbin was not going to be fooled by anyone and he was not going to eat that dog food, nor was he going to eat any meat that had been placed on the same platter as the “dog food”. It just wasn’t happening.
Although they would never have won a Betty Crocker award for appearance, the turkey and dressing were tasty. The mashed potatoes and gravy were a bit on the lumpy side but everything else was fine. When the meal was over my daughter, Caroline, and her boyfriend, Rob, left Cobrin with us while they went out to begin Black Friday shopping at 4 pm on Thanksgiving Day. While I was tackling the kitchen cleanup Ron and Corbin both fell asleep on the couch for a nap.
I knew this Thanksgiving would be a little different. This is the first time my 8-year old grandson, Austin, would be with his father for Thanksgiving and not our family. My husband, Ron, has been undergoing chemo and radiation for cancer of the esophagus and it has reduced his tumor enough that he was actually able to consume a small bit of dinner. No elegant table cloth, elaborate center pieces or fancy clothes. Just a tossed turkey and some dog food, but nonetheless a fun, memorable Thanksgiving. Hope yours was memorable too.