2 posts tagged “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!"
HAPPY FAKESGIVING, EVERYONE!!!
A much less exciting chapter... which is probably a good thing.
Thorough oven scrubbing led to the ruining of a sponge and a kitchen cloth... but a cure for the smoke situation! (Sometimes sacrifices must be made for Fakesgiving... but that's part of the holiday. We must honor those who sacrificed themselves so that we can be free to bake pies without smoke filling our apartments.)
I created the pumpkin pie mixture as directed by the All-Knowing Can o' Pumpkin, and used my ever-so-fancy bowl-with-a-pouring-tip-thingie to put said mixture into frozen pie crust. I did have a mini-breakdown in which I wondered about the directions on the pie crust package--"Bake pie crust?! Why!? What!!!"--but this was cured by another of what will probably total 50+ phone calls to my mom, who assured me these directions did not apply to a pie such as mine would be. After a very careful pie delivery to the oven, I began the deviled egg process.
This was much less scary than anything else will be today; deviled eggs are usually my responsibility on family holidays, so I've done most of this stuff before. Not to mention since it's my Brian's and my Fakesgiving, I was free to leave out things that tend to freak me out in deviled eggs: onions and pickles. Perhaps the most exciting part of all of this is that I'm finally getting to use some serving dishes that I've literally had for over two years and never used:
A lot of waiting, some embarrassing moments as Brian pantsed me (forgetting that the window was still very open after the smoke-filled apartment incident) and it was time for the pie to come out...
...but the pie was still liquid!!! Another of the 50+ phone calls to my mom, and I was reassured that it would actually be okay to leave the pie in the oven longer than directed to by the apparently Not-So-All-Knowing Can of Pumpkin.
