Thanksgiving stew

(Greg)

So, it's nearly a week after Thanksgiving but we finally used the turkey that's been sitting in our 'fridge for the last 5 days. We bought the turkey last Friday and ran it over to the local chicken roasterie like we had mentioned in a previous post. That didn't work out... obviously, but he told us we could bring it back last Tuesday morning (today for those that will read this shortly). So I waddled the turkey back to his shop only for him to tell me to bring it back on Thursday. So, I'm walking back to my apartment with the turkey still in my hand for the second time but now I'm cursing at the imaginative chicken roaster-guy in my best English and trying to find the equivalent Spanish translation. Unfortunately, my Spanish cursing is a little, err, sub-par so I wound up just repeating "pendejo, pendejo, pendejo" like some sort of crazy diabetic about 6 grams short of sugar.

Once I made it back to the apartment, I stuck the huge turkey in the freezer fearing that another 2 days in the 'fridge may unrest the bacteria that has been hibernating quietly in my meat. Time passes... (we had a freaking sweet turkey deli-meat and avocado sandwich for lunch)... more time passes... dinner time. We decided that it was dinner time like any fair, democratic society would: paper, rocks, scissors. Best 2 out of 3.

Because we've had such terrible luck with the roaster-guy and because I think I swore off going back to him between the two languages, Suzy went at that turkey herself. She ripped the skin and little bit of remaining feathers off like a serial killer perfecting her craft. Slowly and with a blunt knife.

Afterwards, we dumped the remains into a large pot with veggies and had our very first Thanksgiving stew. And it was as wonderful as it could be.

It was doubly good because Suzy's trying to get sick and then pass that wealth onto me. Mmm... stew...