Fakesgiving Day: Chapter 5 and Epilogue.
Chapter 5
Success! On all fronts, I might add. There were a few moments of terror right up until the very end. First, the complete forgetting of dinner rolls, an error that was quickly corrected. Second, the um... miscalculation... on my part of how many "servings" of mashed potatoes four people would require. (I mean, I eat two in a typical setting, and there would be two boys, so 12-14 servings didn't seem unreasonable.) A happy accident, however, because really... is it possible to have too many mashed potatoes?
Very thin gravy ultimately thickened itself up; frozen corn and canned green beans were pieces of vegetabley cake after all the homemade crap we'd worked on; very high class beverages of Coca-Cola and Dr. Pepper were served. (Come on; one has a hyphen and the other a doctorate. Can you get any more fancypants? I sincerely doubt it.) The only thing left was the most important thing of all (and thankfully, not my responsibility): the turkey.
Brian examined it. It had managed to retain that what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-it look, largely attributable to the strange, indescribable phenomenon around it: it looked like meat had poured out of the turkey in some gelatinous form? We chose to avoid it all together. Brian used one of my whopping two real kitchen knives to cut it... and it looked fabulous!
[This is where I would insert a picture... except for things got a bit hectic towards the end of dinner preparations, and erm... I sort of forgot to take pictures. Whoops.]
Not only that, but it tasted amazing. Brian put it best: "Okay, guys, we've done it. We've created an entire feast with no grown-ups!"
Everybody was very pleased with the meal, and Brian and I were very pleased with ourselves. SUCCESS!!!
Very thin gravy ultimately thickened itself up; frozen corn and canned green beans were pieces of vegetabley cake after all the homemade crap we'd worked on; very high class beverages of Coca-Cola and Dr. Pepper were served. (Come on; one has a hyphen and the other a doctorate. Can you get any more fancypants? I sincerely doubt it.) The only thing left was the most important thing of all (and thankfully, not my responsibility): the turkey.
Brian examined it. It had managed to retain that what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-it look, largely attributable to the strange, indescribable phenomenon around it: it looked like meat had poured out of the turkey in some gelatinous form? We chose to avoid it all together. Brian used one of my whopping two real kitchen knives to cut it... and it looked fabulous!
[This is where I would insert a picture... except for things got a bit hectic towards the end of dinner preparations, and erm... I sort of forgot to take pictures. Whoops.]
Not only that, but it tasted amazing. Brian put it best: "Okay, guys, we've done it. We've created an entire feast with no grown-ups!"
Epilogue
After completely stuffing ourselves on all the dinner goodies, plus pumpkin pie, plus ice cream covered in Brian's homemade dulce de leche, our guests departed and Brian and I set about cleaning up... erm, some. I've done three full loads in the dishwasher and I've still got a few random dishes left to clean! Of course, the best part of Thanksgiving (and thus, Fakesgiving) is leftovers... and we had quite a few of those too, some of which I'm still working on. I think Fakesgiving was a fabulous experience, and encourage everyone to try celebrating it. This might just become an annual holiday for me!
HAPPY FAKESGIVING, EVERYONE!!!
HAPPY FAKESGIVING, EVERYONE!!!
Comments
YAY!!!
My very favorite Thanksgiving was the first year I didn't go back to Joisey and stayed in NC. With my fellow displaced grad students (including several Asian immigrants that had no-clue about Thanksgiving), we somehow brought together a big pot-luck dinner for ~20. It rocked.
Fakesgiving just reminded me of that. :D