You know how Charlie Brown was pissed off when he went trick-or-treating and all he got from every house he visited was a rock? The dude should stop complaining. A rock saved our Thanksgiving.
Let me set the scene…
It’s Thursday, 1:00 PM. We’ve got a turkey roasting in the oven, pumpkin and sweet potato pies chilling in the fridge, cranberries done, potato rolls complete, green bean casserole ready to go. One hour before our guests arrive (bearing mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and Tofurky for the lone vegan in the group), and Tara is setting up the new turkey fryer she bought from Cabela’s on the way back home from Seattle last weekend. She has been frying turkeys for Thanksgiving for years, and swears that a fried turkey is moist and delicious. I’d never had one before, nor had anybody in my family, so we decided to do two turkeys this year to give people a chance to compare. The weather is perfect (meaning: it’s not raining – it’s still overcast and chilly, but around here that constitutes “perfect” in late November). Tara sets up the fryer out back behind the patio, hooks up the propane tank, lights it, and…
…the flame goes out.
So she tries again. Same result. And again. Same result. Again, again, again. Same, same, same.
There’s a button that you press to ignite the pilot. According to the instructions, you’re supposed to hold it down for five seconds, and then release it. At that point, the burner should stay lit. Only our burner apparently never got the message, and refused to do what it’s supposed to do. You know, burn. The only way the flame would stay on was if we held the button down. Crazy thing is, neither of us wanted to stand there and keep our finger on a button for an hour, so we decided to jury rig it with duct tape. That worked for a little while, but the heat from the flame was wreaking havoc with the adhesive, and it looked like our expensive new fryer was a bust, and the promised second turkey would never materialize.
And then, I spotted a rock, just a few feet from the fryer. I wedged it into position so that it lay upon the button, and just like that, Thanksgiving was saved.
I think technically it’s more a chunk of concrete than an actual rock, but close enough. Thanksgiving turned out to be a rousing success. Even with nine people crammed into the townhouse – plus a cat and a dozen fish or so – it never felt too crowded. The food was delicious (both turkeys were amazing…well, all three, if you count the tofu loaf my cousin enjoyed), the conversation lively. We talked, we laughed, and we spent hours washing dishes. Which is why I broke down and bought a new dishwasher yesterday. But that’s another story. Let’s just say the holiday was a hit and, best of all, nobody ended up in the hospital this year!
Hope your Turkey Day was every bit as wonderful.
By the way, the first thing my aunt asked was, “are you and Tara really engaged?” We told her, not really…not yet, anyway. Details on my last post.
Speaking of Tara, back in March when I was visiting her in Ely, we teamed up for a post together. Since that was a lot of fun, we wanted to do it again, and figured since we’ve been living together for seven months now and things are going very well, this would be a good time. So, without further ado, I hand the blog over to my wonderful girlfriend. What should we talk about, dear?
First off, I have to correct your term “jury-rigged”. It’s JERRY-rigged. It just sounds better…despite what Wikipedia says.
So, yeah, Thanksgiving was a success. Nothing pleases me more than full bellies and smiling faces around the kitchen table. While washing dishes, there were numerous outbursts of laughter and I knew our hosting the holiday was worth all the hard work, aching backs and tired feet. I loved how Mark’s aunt was always asking to help, and when turning her down, she joked that I gave the right answer. I assured her I would sit on my ass and not lift a finger come Christmas Eve when we all gather again in Newburg.
Also, as much as I love and miss my Nevada family, it was quite lovely to not hear Fox News mentioned the entire evening!
That’s because we have an understanding in my family: any discussion of politics is off-limits. Similarly, we are not allowed to talk about Family Guy, Walmart, or my past relationships. (Actually, I kid. Past relationships are fair game. The crazier, the better. Some of our dinner conversations last for hours!). Luckily, Tara’s stories rival mine. Just one more reason we’re a perfect match!
The day after Thanksgiving, I was off, but Tara had to work. I took advantage of the down time by enjoying a lazy morning spent catching up on DVRd shows. Then in the afternoon, I dug out the holiday bins and started decorating the house for Christmas. Tara is just now beginning to see how obsessed I am with holiday decor (I’m Clark Griswold, remember?). What can I say? The holidays make me happy, and I enjoy a festive-looking house! I may have crossed the line yesterday, however, when I suggested a trip to the store to pick up paper towels with snowflakes on them, even though we have a garage full of perfectly fine paper towels that are inexcusably just plain white.
It may be a sickness. I’m not sure yet.
Definitely a sickness. Although, it was quite endearing to have him pull me through the house so he could show me all the decorations he had put up. Remember that scene in Big Daddy when Julian is showing Adam Sandler his cubby hole at school? And the capatiller? Too cute! And totally reminds me of Mark. I can’t help but love him just a little bit more as he gushes over plans to cut down our own tree and take the kids to the Rheinlander for the traditional pre-Christmas German feast.
Fifteen years of cynicism is hard to overcome though, so I’ll just sit back, enjoy the ride, and try to get excited for another holiday season. In the meantime, there will be lots of Bloody Marys. 🙂
Bloody Marys are definitely our thang! Take today, for instance. It’s been a lazy Sunday filled with Bloody Marys, football, and some much-needed down time on the couch. Since we’re always on the go, a relaxing day like today is rare…and welcome! The rest of the month looks to be pretty busy, too. We’ve got our Bruce Springsteen concert in just three days – totally excited for that! Seeing The Boss has been a lifelong dream. Next weekend we’re going to hang out on Hawthorne, hitting our favorite record stores, vintage shops, and restaurants; then it’s the aforementioned cutting-down-the-tree-and-holiday-dinner with the kids, then we’re headed to the Oregon coast to celebrate both our new jobs, then it’s Christmas and New Year’s and, bam! The year is over.
What an amazing year, though. Full of highs and…more highs. Something tells me 2013 will be even more memorable!
Anything else to add, babe?
More memorable than 2012?? That’s pretty hard to believe, but I don’t doubt it will be full of awesomeness. I’m looking forward to planning lots of new adventures with the love of my life. Remember folks, don’t live vicariously…live victoriously!!
23 thoughts on “The Rock That Saved Thanksgiving”
I’ll just sit here with my grinch who is making banana bread right now & be jealous of your decorations!
Sorry, hit the enter button at wrong time – sit here with my grinch watching the Grey Cup (equivalent to your Super Bowl)
I thought the Stanley Cup was equivalent to our Super Bowl? There’s another cup – and it’s grey? What is that, Canadian football? Hmm. Learn something new every day!
Yes the Grey Cup was donated by Lord Stanley Grey & is the trophy for the ultimate CFL game, the end of the year when the best team from the east plays the best team from the west. Great game!
Perhaps you should send a supply of rocks to congress.
You just might be onto something there, Carl. Couldn’t hurt. Might actually help regulate the flow of hot air in DC, too.
I have my on the turkey fryer as a Christmas gift for my husband. I’m tempted! Very tempted! As for the mention to the Grey Cup I’m not watching it! The Eskimos didn’t make it and I refuse to cheer for Toronto…
You also cheer for Edmonton? It seems I am finding a lot of Canadians lately & even some from Alberta. We currently live in Edmonton, but we were both born in Wpg. so we cheer for the Eskimos & Bombers. I cheered for Ricky Ray today, not for a particular team!
Ray is pretty great! This is the first city we lived in that has a CFL team. So we definitely cheer for Edmonton! Now if only the weather would warm-up…
According to Environment Canada, this winter will be more typical of usual winters with colder temperatures & more snow than last year. No El Ninyo or El Ninya influences for this year.
Gah! I’m really dreading it! Just as long as it warm enough to ski it will be alright 😉
If I remember correctly–“we” didnt do the dishes–Tara Did them!! Bless her!!
If I remember correctly, mom – I did the first batch of dishes while Tara was talking to Nancy and everybody else at the table. She even thanked me for the opportunity to visit! Granted, she did more of the dishes, but it was definitely a joint effort. Don’t sell your firstborn son short!! 🙂
Sounds dangerous, but glad that concrete/rock worked because that turkey looks amazing!
Both turkeys were great. Tara injected the fried one with a Cajun butter marinade that really seeped into the bird and produced a fantastic flavor – not spicy really, but more savory and rich.
I didn’t see mention of you guys coming up here around Christmas. Does this mean I don’t get to see you guys?!?
*Tears welling up*
Think I’ll go kick rocks…
Just don’t kick the rock we’re using for the fryer, please!
And you know we’re every bit as excited for our journey north to see you guys next month, too. That goes without saying! 🙂
I love you guys! Hard to believe you’ve been living together for so long. Seems like yesterday it was all just starting. Gotta love love! Not to mention rocks!
Aww…thanks, Kathy! We love you, too! And we love love! And rocks! And the contagious happy feelings your comment has brought!
A rock? Your getting all MacGyver on us, Mark. Glad you saved Thanksgiving 🙂
Doh! “A Very MacGyver Thanksgiving” would have been an even better title for this post…
Another lovely post. Well done, you two. It *almost* put me into a holiday mood. (I’m a Christmas Grinch, I’m afraid. I would like some lights for the balcony at the apartment though … I’ll take any excuse to put up lights.)
Almost, eh? What would it take to get you over the proverbial hump? Should I write about egg nog and mistletoe and red-nosed reindeers next?