Monday, November 21, 2011
My DH has this week off. He has WAY too much time on his hands. I should have known something was up when he asked me (this a.m. over coffee) what we were doing for Thanksgiving. And by-the-by...have you bought a turkey yet?
Since I haven't yet got a bird, he now feels he can claim "turkey fixin' rights". Translation: what are we having now? One year he decided to take over and he brined the turkey in tea bags. It smelled and tasted like a cross between camomille and orange pekoe. Another year he bought a smoked turkey. The smoke was so heavy it was hard to tell if you were eating turkey or turkey bacon.
Remember...this is the guy who "blew up" my crock pot a couple of weeks ago...