Last night, the Ski Boy and I saw Pieces of April at the Bear Tooth. A very cute (in a non-cutsie way) Indie movie.
A main plot thread of the movie is the trials and tribulations of roasting the Thanksgiving turkey. There's nothing like seeing this movie the day after one has had their very own turkey roasting adventures.
Wednesday of last week, Peter and I discovered that book club was at our house on Sunday when folks started RSVP'ing. This was an unpleasant shock - we were sure that book club was the following week. We never would have set book club for Super Bowl Sunday!!!!However, as the RSVP's flooded in, we reluctantly came to grips with the unpleasant reality that as the result of gross inattention on our part, we had evidently agreed to host book club on Sunday February 1st. Geez...
So, what to cook? I had a ski race in the morning and I wanted to watch the game in the afternoon (Yes - afternoon. With the four hour time difference, game time was 2:30 PM)! I didn't want to cook. And then I had an inspiration - I'll do a turkey! We could watch the game while the aroma of roasting turkey wafted through the house. So what if I'd only cooked a turkey three other times in my life. How hard could it be?
Well, my turkey difficulties were not as dramatic as the movie's. But I did have issues - like the turkey took an hour longer to cook than it should have (perhaps that was because the bird wasn't completely thawed...) Fortunately, we kept the bookclub guests plied with good wine.
I also missed the, now infamous, Janet Jackson breast event - I was putting the turkey in the oven at that exact moment.
Fortunately, the turkey turned out o.k. - either that or we'd all had so much wine that we didn't care...
8:23:48 PM 
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