Giving Thanks

In the "fort" with Henry and my Veuve. Yum!

Big boys eating dinner
Say "TURKEY!"
Lowering the bird into the hot oil, complete with high tech kitchen town arm protector.
And...prepping the forearm.

We boycotted traveling for Thanksgiving pretty much one year into being married. At the time, we were in Chicago, and, after fighting holiday traffic to get to Erie, only to head back a few weeks later, we decided we'd break out all the lovely china people got us for our nuptials and host our own Thanksgiving. This year were were solo, which, while sort of sad, was actually nice and relaxing. We decided to forgo the traditional oven-roasted bird for one injected with cajun butter and deep fried in our outdoor kitchen. I also made the expected trimmings, with a new addition of a sinful brussels sprouts recipe from my friend, Michelle.