Thursday, November 22, 2012
I would have titled this entry "Of Feathered Friends", but the turkey roasting in my oven right now is far from being feathered, and I don't think he would consider me much of a friend today. This is the first time in my life that I am making a turkey. Usually, I go over to my best friend's house, but their oven broke, and most of the family is going out to eat, so my best friend and I decided I'd make a turkey and we'd eat it in my little apartment.
That means not only cooking, but cleaning. Like most people who love to eat, I love to cook, but I hate cleaning, unless I happen to be in the mood, which only happens about three or four times a year or after watching an episode of Hoarders. But it's for a good cause, so a little vacuuming and scrubbing will be alright.
I woke up early this morning - and despite loving birds, I am not an early bird - because I was excited about cooking today. Of course, I had some breakfast, a peanut butter sandwich, yum, and entered it on the nutrition tracker. Lots of calories and carbs still open for turkey & co!
Then, I started washing and basting the turkey, while my male cockatiel, Carrera, flew first on the kitchen cabinet, then on my head, and watched me. He's the one you see in my profile picture. He loves action, especially anything shiny that makes noise - and cooking qualifies. Luckily, the turkey is white meat only, no legs or wings, so it's pretty unrecognizable as a bird; I don't think Carrera would understand that it's a completely different species, like comparing monkeys to cows.
So I'm taking a little Spark break now before I start cleaning and making all the side dishes.
Wish me luck, and happy Thanksgiving, everyone!