Thanksgiving 2008: A tale of turkey, biscuits and Clementines
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- November
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My mother-in-law just moved out of the house we shared and into a house in the Poconos, so we had a lovely first Thanksgiving in the new home on Thursday.
As usual, my MIL soaked the turkey in a kosher salt/sugar solution overnight, which keeps the entire thing moist with minimal basting and makes it so you really don’t have to put any salt on it. She made mashed turnips instead of mashed potatoes, another tradition in our house, as well as Pepperidge Farm stuffing (don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it) and a nice can of jelled cranberry sauce (hey, some things you just don’t mess with!).
Rafael chowed down on a whole bunch of turkey, though we had to explain several times that it was turkey and not just a really big chicken. I’m still not sure if he really believed us. Markus ate a couple of small pieces of turkey, but then became a refusnik, happy to sit at the table with us and drink his milk.
Eventually, he agreed to eat pieces of biscuit, but definitely preferred it if we stuck it in his little mouth than if we put it on the table in front of him. Little pasha.
The most interesting aspect of the holiday, for some reason, was Rafael’s ravenous desire for Clementines.
Grandpa had bought a box from Costco and Rafael wanted to try one. He loved it. On Thanksgiving eve, he at at least four or five. On Thanksgiving itself, another two or three. He couldn’t get enough of them.
I don’t really know what that means. But he definitely won’t get scurvy.
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on Saturday, November 29th, 2008 at 8:30 am by Amy Vernon.
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