I'm glad it's over... the family dinner table almost turned into WW3m
what with the tRump Trials. I sat at one of the kiddle tables, which had
much more interesting and fruitful topics of conversation... like what
would happen if you could put a cat's head on a dog, and our favorite
time of day. Nobody noticed that we fed the dogs hunks of Aunt Oleta's
squash casserole under the table.
My turkey was eaten up, praised as the ugliest, but the juiciest. I
roast it up-side-down you see - not me, the turkey - breast down in a
V-shaped rack, stuffed with a stick of butter and onion... so all the
juices filter down into the breast. The only thing is - it isn't
magazine pretty like the golden breast-up ones... but I barely got
enough to take home for sammies today.
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