Last year was the first time since I've been married that we actually had a turkey for thanksgiving at the Powell's. Sad, I know. Well...to me it is. They didn't think so, I guess. They've always just had ham with "hen" dressing ("hen" being chicken). I guess Southern traditions are so different from what I grew up with. I kind of like it. It's funny to me, though. And I miss my turkey.
So what changed last year? Me. I bought and cooked a turkey. Simple as that. I don't know if I will this year or not. We'll just have to see...and I guess I have today to make that decision if I want it to be thawed in time for cooking.
I do know that I'll have to be baking a few pumpkin pies and buying, or perhaps making, some good, old-fashioned eggnog. Either how, I'll be going to see the little bean boy very soon.
