A Happy Turkey Day for the Elderlies

Hick was pleasantly surprised when he received his turkey dinner tray at the Senior Center on Tuesday. He had been carrying on about how they BOILED THE TURKEYS, and were going to serve it shredded. Looks like Hick was out of the loop. Oh, he indeed pulled all of the boiled turkeys out of the pots for the cooks the day before. But it looks like the turkeys were not totally shredded. Perhaps they had meant the dark meat. 

Hick's tray looked quite appetizing, even though I don't like anything on it but the turkey.

I don't see any cranberry sauce, which was on the menu. But Hick doesn't like it anyway, so might have declined. Also, it looks like there are sweet potatoes, which were NOT on the menu. And I don't see a roll. Hick definitely got a generous slice of pecan pie. I'm pretty sure it helps to be "Cooks' Pet."

In other news, even though I already have my Cornish game hens for our Thanksgiving meal... I will let them cool their heels in my mini freezer for another time. Because I found a REAL TURKEY that I figured I could deal with.

It's fully cooked! I don't have to do anything but warm it! Which means Hick will carve it the night before, and I will just warm up pieces of it, along with the ham Hick will slice the night before. Takes up less room in the oven that the sides can use. 

Anyhoo... I found this Butterball on Errand Day with The Pony. It was the only one of its kind. I nabbed it right away. It's 11 pounds. No neck and no giblets. I will gnaw on a leg, and Hick and The Pony can use some of the white meat for sandwiches. That's how they eat it. We are not gravy-makers.

Sure, I will eventually love my Cornish hens. But this was my chance for real turkey on Thanksgiving. A more elderly-friendly version. No toting it across the kitchen for rinsing, and wrestling it into a pan to hopefully not drop it from my arthritic hands while balancing on my arthritic knees.

All I've accomplished so far (Tuesday at 11:30 a.m.) is to boil 30 eggs. The Pony will come out Wednesday and Thursday to help, by fetching ingredients while I combine them, and to check (and taste) the dishes we have simmering.

Hick says, "You don't have to go to all that trouble for me."

You know he secretly is happy that we are.