I decided to cook a full Thanksgiving meal this year, all by myself. This is the first time I’ve done that.
In the past I have cooked the turkey and acted like I was doing a big deal, although, let’s face it, a turkey isn’t hard to cook.
First, there was menu preparation. Since only two people were going to be at my holiday meal I decided on a turkey breast instead of a whole turkey. This was a good decision. I also decided on dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls, green bean casserole and some type of pie for dessert.
I hate crowds, so I went to the grocery store at 6:30 a.m. The store had conveniently grouped the ingredients for green bean casserole in one place, which was nice, as this was the only thing I was going to cook from a recipe. I picked up a turkey breast, agonized over what type of stuffing to get, and settled on some pre-made stuff that just had to be heated up.
I got brown-and-serve rolls, instant potatoes, canned chicken gravy, and a pecan pie from the store bakery, and I was set. So yeah, saying I actually cooked a meal might be a stretch.
The big day arrived and I determined I needed 1.5 hours to fix the meal, based on the cooking time for the turkey breast.
I prepared the turkey breast per the package instructions and stuck it in the oven, setting the timer for 20 minutes, at which time I’d set the green bean casserole in the oven.
I enjoyed mixing up the casserole ingredients. At first I was afraid it wasn’t going to work, but after a minute or two it mixed up real nice and at the appointed time I stuck it in the oven.
Next was the stuffing, which I emptied into a large sauce pan and heated up over low heat.
All was going according to plan. I stuck the rolls in the oven with a few minutes to go until everything else was done and started heating up the canned gravy in the microwave and boiling the water for the instant potatoes.
As with most meals I cook, I timed it so that everything was ready at the same time. I’m generally pretty good at that. My son and I sat down to eat.
Which is when we discovered the turkey wasn’t cooked all the way. Grrrr.
I grabbed the baking dish to put it back in the oven. No permanent scarring on my hands, but I have to say that hurt a little. My son didn’t actually laugh, but it was close.
My son grabbed oven mitts and stuck the turkey back in the oven, at precisely the moment the power went out. Good grief.
A few minutes later the power came back on and the turkey finished cooking while we watched part of “The Long Kiss Goodnight.”
I tried to keep everything else warm while the turkey cooked, and was semi-successful.
The food was excellent, if I say so myself, except for the pre-made stuffing, which was just OK.
Five hours later we ate most of the rest of the food for supper, and at 10 p.m. I finished off the turkey.
The only leftovers the day after were some gravy, some pie and a little bit of casserole.
It was a great day, and I got to spend a lot of time with my son, which was really nice.
I have much for which to be grateful.
A friend is going to give me a recipe for stuffing that supposedly can’t fail. I’m excited. My Christmas meal will really rock!