This year our Thanksgiving featured family, food and fun.
Of course.
Additionally: laughter, tears, thankfulness, trotting and Pictionary.
And brine. Oh, the brine...
Ebby and Bobby Law ran the 5k Turkey Trot in Hingham on Thanksgiving morning. Ebby didn't run her hardest, but ran hard enough to handily beat Bobby Law and Jake. Winter track practice starts today.
Back at the homestead, I was working on the turkey. Taking the advice of Bubbe and the internet, I decided to brine the turkey this year. We bought a fresh turkey on Saturday, I made the brine on Monday, and we immersed the bird in the brine on Wednesday. On Thursday morning, following Alton Brown's cooking method, I coated the rinsed bird in canola oil, stuck it in the oven at 500 degrees and set the timer for 30 minutes...
We made it about 14 minutes before the smoke detectors started going off. Turns out popping oil and grease in the oven is a smoky proposition. We had all 5 smoke detectors wailing for nearly 10 minutes. Naturally Bobby Law was at Starbucks at this time...Finally, with all doors and several windows open and the oven temporarily turned off, the buzzing stopped. Hello, holiday headache.
I turned the oven down to a more reasonable temperature (350), stuck the meat thermometer in, and hoped for the best. I wasn't really worried. Even just 15 minutes at high heat had already given the bird a golden brown glow. By the time we feasted the turkey was moist and delicious. Disaster averted, brine applauded.
Do I have pictures of the turkey? No, of course not. Let's see what I did take pictures of.
Ebby and her ode to Whoville outfit. There was a reason behind her choice. It has to do with our new furniture...
Ebby doing her part putting out appetizers. She requested these chocolate covered strawberries and took to guarding them with her life. Actually she requested a fruit basket from Edible Arrangements but this was a much more budget friendly option.
My favorite {looking} appetizer was the Tom Cheeseball. I got the idea from Pinterest of course. This was my first attempt at making a cheeseball and it was tasty but almost too cute to eat.
Though unplanned, it turned out to be Hawaiian shirt Thanksgiving for the Bowles boys (except Uncle, I guess he didn't get the memo). Will and Cuyler put on their shirts after their initial choices were rejected (by me) or mud stained (by the neighbor's dog).
In case you're wondering, their shirts are genuine, from Hawaii and yes, about 3 years old--thus the snug fit. Not that they cared. Or noticed.
We had two tables for dinner: the grown up table and the kids table. Ebby was in charge of seating. Both Bubbe and Uncle ended up at the kids table which led to some complaining by Bobby Law that all the fun people were at the kids table.
But we had Pa--he's a fun guy. Just look at him.
After dinner and a bit of clean up there was football watching and an intense game of Clue.
Then: dessert. Why yes, we had 4 kinds of pie (pumpkin not pictured), tarts, 2 flavors of cupcakes and a selection of ice cream. Something for everyone.
The real competition came after dessert when we broke out the Pictionary game. Our team (me, Ebby, Cuyler in for Bobby Law) had a commanding lead but somehow the other team (Uncle, Bubbe and Will in for Nana)
managed to steal the game out from under us. Scoundrels!
Of course not everyone played games.
I think Sam was actually quite comfortable, despite appearing spineless.
At it's core, Thanksgiving is about togetherness and gratitude. Enter this year's edition of the Thankful Tree.
Once again everyone was asked to fill out a tag for the tree, writing what they were thankful for. Most everyone participated. It's always fun to read what is written. We had the usual, (family and good health) and a few new entries: sundresses, yoga pants and the triumph of hope over experience (guess who wrote that...).
And of course, brine.