Our Thanksgiving went well. Everyone was happy and ate to their heart’s content. The kids played with their friends for a little bit before dinner, and my mom came to visit us, too. Travis came downstairs to spend the evening with the family. He’s been on a very strict bed rest since his knee surgery, so he has no choice but to be upstairs. When he comes down the stairs, which is very rare, he has to scoot on his bottom so as not to put any weight on his injured leg.
As for me, I was very busy organizing our meal and cooking the side items. No sweat, right. I also kept busy bringing back and forth various items Travis needed since he wasn’t able to get them himself: his ice chest to put on his knee, a beverage, food, blanket, and so on and so on.
Simple, no? Well, yes, it’s perfectly simple, but it’s not so simple when you have a baby crawling about and kids playing around the house and a mom to keep entertained. Plus, I had to keep going up and down the stairs…
Oh, just me happily preparing our family meal.
I was just all over the place.
Honestly, all of that wasn’t really so bad. The worst part was…the turkey!
Originally, I had planned to be ahead of the game this year and pre-order our turkey from a local butcher shop we usually buy our regular meat from. I placed my order two weeks prior to turkey day. My order was ready on Tuesday, two days before Thanksgiving.
The staff informed me of the reheating procedures and even attached a little note with instructions on how to properly reheat the turkey.
Remove turkey from refrigerator 1 hour before reheating.
Preheat oven to 350.
Wrap turkey in foil, leave in aluminum pan.
Reheat for 20-30 minutes, check to see if warm, if not reheat another 15 minutes, spoon juices over turkey as it warms.
Do not want to dry out turkey.
Emphasis is placed on “reheat for 20-30 minutes…if not [warm] reheat another 15 minutes.” Well, what happens after you reheat it for another 15 minutes and the turkey is still not ready?
Yeah. Our turkey was under cooked. UNDER COOKED! I followed the directions to the T and nada! The turkey just didn’t look right. My mom kept frowning over it, giving me instructions on how to prepare the meat. Try this. Try that. Did you do…?
At first, I thought she was just being a typical mother, fussing over me, but after I carved the turkey to check the inside, I noticed something wasn’t right. Pink! The turkey was still pink! Oh. My. God.
Not what I had in mind.
The time was now after 6 p.m. and our turkey wasn’t ready. ”You’re going to have to cook it for another 2 to 3 hours,” my mom said with a frown. UGH! I was pretty livid at this point, carrying on about how the whole reason why I paid to have the turkey smoked in the first place was so I could skip the actual COOKING PART!
Now, our Thanksgiving dinner was going to be delayed much later. And we were hungry. Make that starving, like Marvin! The kids were beginning to whine, “Is dinner ready yet? I’m hungry”
What did we do to calm our growling bellies? We ate the side items first. Yeah. It sucked. Completely. Because with each bite I kept thinking I wanted a piece of turkey meat, but oh yeah, that’s right. The turkey isn’t ready yet!
I felt really bad, like I had failed our Thanksgiving dinner (typical Mom notion). Luckily, everyone kept good spirits about the mishap and heartily ate the side items. Mj’s friend even happily ate the side items without complaining.
Finally, our turkey was ready to eat after 9 p.m. But by then everyone was kind of full. ”I guess we just had a vegetarian Thanksgiving this year,” I sarcastically joked.
Yum! Our turkey after we cooked it!
Well, I still got me a helping of turkey meat, and so did my son. My husband had a little bit. My mom just took a piece, I think to be polite because she felt so bad for me. But I made sure to send her mom with some turkey.
And to continue my pouting, I didn’t really like the turkey after it was cooked. It was rubbery and didn’t have a a flavorful taste. I felt like I wasted my $60 on this thing. Turkey Fail!
I chalked up our turkey crisis as one of those holiday
fails mishaps we can laugh and talk about next Thanksgiving. Just this year, it’s not very funny to me. And I won’t be laughing when I show my photos of the under cooked turkey to the butcher shop.