Our Thanksgiving was a little different this year. We celebrated on a Sunday with family friends (American-Aussie hybrids) in Coolum, Queensland. We ate turkey and ham and stuffing, but instead of the snow and football that will accompany the feast back in Boise this Thursday, we slathered on sunscreen and bug spray and the kids frolicked in an inflatable pool. I was supposed to bring a pumpkin pie, but I couldn’t find canned pumpkin. When I showed up with a chocolate concoction instead, I realized our hosts thought I’d make pumpkin pie from an actual pumpkin, and the fact that they thought I am capable of such a thing is downright adorable.
|This is not a pumpkin pie.|
Despite the fact that now I totally want to deep fat fry a turkey, I think we’ll opt for something more simple when Thursday rolls around.
I barely know how to work the oven in the home in which we’re staying, so I’m going to abandon the idea of cooking a turkey by any means. Also, there are bush turkeys everywhere here and I’ve sort of grown fond of the little guys, so I’ll give their cousins a brief reprieve.
|Why did the bush turkey cross the road?|