I am cooking a turkey today. Women (and maybe some educated men), please keep the secret that cooking a turkey is one of the easiest things in the world to do and the one for which you receive the most adulation and respect. It is not the turkey that is hard, it is all those darn "fixens" that take up all the time. My family has a Thanksgiving and Christmas tradition of Waldorf Salad that is an absolute pain in the neck to make, not to mention the bread homemade from scratch. Turkey, on the other hand, is a piece of cake. When I am cooking a turkey (when it is not a holiday), those sides are cut to an absolute minimum. For example, I use that frozen dough bread, which is quite easy. Since my diet-conscious husband is insane about what he eats as he approaches his 40th, I don't even have to make mashed potatoes any more, he prefers a steamed sweet potato. Corn on the cob rounds out the meal. Other than the discipline required to actually get the turkey in the oven on time, a relatively easy meal to prepare and leftovers out the kazoo.
So, why don't we cook it more often? No idea. It is cheap for the amount of food. It is especially cheap when it is marked half price by the grocery store. I am a little concerned about that, I wonder why? Well, no matter, so long as I cook it through and through. It left me enough time today to luxuriate in a day long extravaganza of "Jon and Kate plus 8." Yep, one of my secret vices, right up there with Young & the Restless. Kate is hilariously bitchy and controlling, the perfect mother of twins and then sextuplets. She certainly makes me feel like a better wife, even if her mothering skills top mine.