Thanksgiving! (part 1)

It seems like this house-buying process will never end! As a result, Megan and I have spent our first Thanksgiving as a married couple living in a hotel room. Before you conjure up images of the two of us eating microwaved turkey and instant mashed potatoes over a candle-lit coffee table, let me assure you that although we never planned it this way, it hasn’t been that gloomy. Wednesday afternoon we had a half-day of work and a Squadron Thanksgiving feast. Senior NCOs and officers were in charge of bringing the meat. Although we have a small gas oven in our room on base, it’s extremely old, and doesn’t stay lit. After brainstorming solutions for a couple days, we both realized that there is a full kitchen in my office building, and since I just got my key to the building on Monday, we could prep the bird Tuesday night, and I would bring it in and cook it Weds morning before the feast!
So the unlucky bird spent Tuesday in the sink thawing, and Weds morning we woke up early and stuffed it full of pear and apple slices, and coated the outside with lemon juice and oil before taking it to work and popping it in the oven for 3 hours. Work is much more exciting when your whole office smells like cooking turkey! Later, during the meal, the guys in charge of carving all the meat informed me that our bird was the easiest one of all to carve -that the meat was moist and practically fell off the bones! Not bad for our first Thanksgiving…

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2 Responses to “Thanksgiving! (part 1)”

  • Uncle David

    Wow Adam, I want to taste a turkey prepared just like you described it. Sounds delectable! Anyways, house or not, I am glad you two were able to be together for your first Thanksgiving as husband and wife.
    Hopefully, all this waiting is a sign that everything will be in ship-shape order when you do settle in. No nasty surprises or ‘the like’. We will continue to pray for a smooth transition for you both. Hang in there! Love UD

  • Mary Barbara

    What a beautiful bird! Well done.
    During WWII when my parents were in LA they had a tiny oven but you could sign up for a time a the mess hall would cook your turkey. Love, Mary Barbara

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