Scenes from Thanksgiving
November 27, 2008
Yesterday afternooon I flew into Chicago. Again. I feel like I should be on a first name basis with the flight crew now.
I woke up this morning at 4am. Half because I was worried that I would over sleep and miss my 6am pick-up. The other half because my cell phone alarm is set to go off at 5am, which is 4am central time.
Media truck in the parking lot at o’ dark o’clock. Either that or it is a snow cone truck.
Carol giving a radio interview. I really want to steal that sign and bring it home. It would be a sign for the kids to leave me alone. I may punch a hole in the top of it and then on bad days just wear it around my neck.
Not a Butterball. But so creative. Roxanna said that she could make one of these. She looked at me like it was something we could all do easily. Uh, yeah, I could buy one of these!
Mary giving an interview. She has forgotten more about turkey than you will ever know. I kid. I don’t think she has forgotten anything.
Clare hard at work. I love her.
My boots. I love these boots. Probably more than I love Clare, but shhh, don’t tell her.
Apparently the most popular question that people call the Talk-Line asking on Thanksgiving Day is what to do with their turkey that is still frozen. I learned that the correct answer is not, “Wow you are shit out of luck. Go find some Chinese take-out.” In fact, you can cook a turkey from frozen.
Food stylist making sure the turkey shows its good side.
It is now 8:15 CST. I have a radio interview coming up soon. I am all prepared to answer the question of what to do if your turkey is frozen and you want to eat it today. Which means that I won’t be asked this question.