From Thanksgiving 2015: Emeril’s chicken cacciatore and a side of Martha Rose Shulman’s stir-fried succotash with edamame.
A week until Thanksgiving. Two months until Inauguration Day.
Guess which one I’m looking forward to?
When I was still marginally employed in the newspaper bidness I didn’t pay a lot of attention to holidays, other than in a professional sense, which meant grinding out the usual heart-warmers and eye-rollers, plugging the holes around the ads until stupid-thirty, when I could return to my true occupation, which was drinking.
Thanksgiving was just another day in the workweek for a single fella whose family was as far away as he could keep them. The O’Gradys’ holiday gatherings were not the sort that gets written up in the newspaper; not outside of the police blotter, anyway.
Think George Carlin in “40 Years of Comedy” discussing “family style” dining:
“You know what that means? It means there’s an argument going on at every table, two people are crying, and the eldest male is punching the women.”
This may be why you will rarely find me cooking turkey for Thanksgiving. Call it shell shock. One whiff of giblet gravy and I hit the deck with my eyes out on stalks and a knife in my hand.
“Micks in the wire!”
I’ve made all manner of off-brand meals for Thanksgiving, from northern New Mexican combo platters to Emeril’s take on chicken cacciatore. Martha Rose Shulman’s stir-fried succotash often plays a supporting role. But we haven’t done the actual turkey thing since 2012.
This year … frankly, I have no earthly idea. I did a speed run through the grocery early yesterday to beat the rush and hope not to go back anytime soon, so I’m limited to whatever’s already on hand.
The lead-up to the actual holiday may beat the holiday itself, feastwise. I have chicken thighs for posole, turkey thighs for tacos, the makings of a decent pizza sauce and/or a spicy pasta sauce, flour tortillas, bread flour and yeast, plus salmon filets and a couple pounds of ground turkey in the freezer. So “turkey day” may center on turkey burritos smothered in green with a side of arroz verde.
Maybe I’ll cook an actual turkey with all the trimmings when we finally run that overstuffed poltroon out of the White House. This bird’s for you, Adolf.
Tags: Thanksgiving
Mad Blog Media 
November 20, 2020 at 12:41 pm |
Calvin Trillin once wrote a column arguing that the true and proper all-American Thanksgiving meal should be Spaghetti Carbonara. I don’t think turkey bacon was a thing yet, but that substitution should satisfy the turkey purists. Those of us who regard the noble pig as one of the major food groups won’t be so happy.
And yes, I have had Spaghetti Carbonara for Thanksgiving dinner.
November 20, 2020 at 2:07 pm |
Men’s five food groups for good health. Cows, pigs, birds, potatoes, and beer.
November 20, 2020 at 2:04 pm |
Spinach lasagna, sourdough bread, with a nice Pilners Urquel. Repeat until full. Then some vanilla gelato with fresh blueberries. Then play with the Duffinator.
November 20, 2020 at 2:30 pm |
I drug my frozen ball of butter and bird flesh home from the local grocery about two weeks ago. They had a sale, I was hungry and I love smoking a bird on my techo-sophisticated barb-b-cue smoker with moving-blanket insulators. Last year I was able to “cook” the turkey on the smoker in about three hours – No oven bake finishing required. Yum !
On a more velo-ci-pid note:
“There is also the mention of a power generating unit, which essentially means the shifters could potentially self-charge, negating the requirement for batteries.”
I love when technology trickles down. Even if it is to those who pedal faster, stronger and are paid to do so in the Alps of Europe.
Someday maybe I’ll get me a DA equipped bike again… and maybe Der Trump will be re-elected in 2024. Yeah. Uh huh.
November 20, 2020 at 6:13 pm |
Pretty much in this household also, just the two of us. Will probably decide in the next day or two and go from there.
November 20, 2020 at 6:16 pm |
I’ll have to dig out and publish our tofu turkey and besan gravy recipes.
November 20, 2020 at 6:19 pm |
Since I stopped hunting and hauling the goods out of the woods, we don’t do meat any more, even on Thanksgiving. We did a short hike up in the Sangres today. What it reminded me of was sitting under a huge Hemlock tree listening to the wind in the branches and the birds chirping. Getting a shot off was gravy, but not the main course.
Its good not to have to kill things to eat any more.
November 20, 2020 at 10:22 pm |
Got that right, in fact it’s good not to have kill anything any more or touch a firearm.
Sadly Australia is discovering that it’s Special Forces have been out of control.
https://www.theage.com.au/national/arrogance-and-impunity-inside-the-2012-sas-deployment-to-afghanistan-20201118-p56fu6.html
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As a combat veteran who met with South African & Rhodesian Special forces, this is reprehensible
November 21, 2020 at 8:19 am |
“Culture is what happens when your boss isn’t looking,” Findlay said.
Yeah. Ain’t that the truth?
November 21, 2020 at 6:45 am |
Reprehensible indeed. And yet the authors of that adventure remain fat, happy and at large here in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave™.
November 21, 2020 at 12:06 am |
Speaking of turkeys …
https://www.bicycling.com/news/a34739501/dunkin-tandem-bike/
November 21, 2020 at 6:30 am |
Yeah, I saw that elsewhere. I thought it was an acid flashback. Apparently not. Yikes, etc. I don’t expect we’ll see Khal and Meena tearing it up on that thing anytime soon.
November 21, 2020 at 7:29 am |
That picture is either a double exposure or that bike has two chains. Guaranteed to accelerate you to the speed of stop.
November 21, 2020 at 9:34 am |
The stoker has a chain connecting to the pilot’s crank. And then the pilot has a chain going to the rear cogs. And the rear cogs are connected to the shin bone, shin bone’s connected to the, knee bone … sounds … efficient?
November 21, 2020 at 10:49 am |
Thanks SAO! Forgot about the timing chain. I have never owned a tandem.
November 21, 2020 at 8:24 am |
looks fake. I don’t see enough steel for a rear bottom bracket, which is neccesary to have both riders drive the timing chain. But wow. If it were real, imagine putting your 200 lb fat uncle in the stoker position and trying not to pop wheelies.
November 21, 2020 at 9:30 am |
100% guarantee, DD took that stock photo and photoshopped the graphics onto it.
November 21, 2020 at 9:50 am |
Corporate Photoshop 101: Find ways to reverse the image or otherwise make sure the details don’t make it obvious it’s a copy. Moving the valve stems would have taken 4 minutes. Erase the cables, put them back in as a black line and change the arcs. Easy stuff for a 5-thumbed chimp.
November 21, 2020 at 8:31 am |
Live and learn: Sheldon Brown’s glossary includes the “donkey-back tandem,” which this may be (if it’s not completely fake). Hat tip to Mashable.
November 21, 2020 at 9:36 am |
Put me on the back, you’d need my wife and six of her best friends to that front wheel on the ground.
November 21, 2020 at 8:49 am |
And another turkey …
2nd Prize: A new mountain bike, $10,000, and a house in Arkansas
1st Prize: Just the mountain bike.
https://www.bicycling.com/culture/a34738872/northwest-arkansas-life-works-here-moving-initiative-bike/
November 21, 2020 at 9:06 am |
I kicked that one over to the BRAINiacs a few days back, after seeing it in the Adventure Journal newsletter. I wouldn’t have gone for that deal even when I was 24. Not unless they kicked in a pound of the dumb dust and a stripper to go with it.