Ed. This post was originally written the day after Thanksgiving, but due to a minor blog crisis it is not hitting the internet until now. Forgive.
Hey! Happy day after, several days after, one month after Thanksgiving! I could not let my favorite holiday come and go without giving it some blog attention. I made my perennial vow to "keep it simple" this year, and in many ways I think I succeeded in ratcheting things down a little. I made one pie instead of my usual 2 or 3, I axed my beloved platter of 27 totally redundant root vegetables side dish. I handed over sweet potato responsibility entirely to Grandma. Appetizers involved nothing more than openeing a jar of my mom's pickles and filling a bowl with salted almonds. Plus my mom, despite having had surgery on her right hand one week prior to the big day, did easily half of all the cooking and prep work. Thankfully, my mom can do more in the kitchen with her dominant hand tied behind her back than most people could do with 4 hands, so it all worked out.
Of course, when things get too simple I start getting twitchy. I seem to need to have some dramatic crescendo of cooking and crafting in order for Thanksgiving to feel like Thanksgiving. I was experiencing a decided lack of enthusiasm for my tamed down Thanksgiving plans until I came up with the perfect solution. We should cook TWO turkeys, one on the grill and one in the oven and have a blind turkey taste test. Fun, right?! Rolph took some convincing, but I made a case that it would not be that much extra work, plus think of all the leftovers! FOUR turkey legs! I'm not sure that Rolph ever agreed that it sounded "fun", but he was willing to go along with it. I also rallied my crafty side and with Scarlett's help, put together some rather over the top (possibly very un-PC) napkin rings.
I seemed to have had a hard time this year being both the lead cook and the lead photographer at Thanksgiving, so the pictures are slim. I'm not sure what happened to my photo impulse this year. I usually manage to take about 342 photos of my pies and at least that many of my children. Oh well. This is what I've got.
My mom a.k.a. "pit master Cindy" took care of the griller. For this one we bought a "brined" turkey from Trader Joes and did nothing more in the way of preparation than seasoning it generously with salt and pepper before plopping it on the grill. It was done in 2 hours.
Everyone looks so aprehensive in this photo, like they think they might discover a severed head under the Weber lid instead of that gorgeous mahogany turkey.

We lucked out in the weather department for grilling the bird. It was a gorgeous day (almost 60 degrees) so it ended up being nice to hang outside and chat around the grill.

I took care of the oven bird. Which I dry brined and stuffed with onions, oranges, and herbs, and did not photograph. Lets pretend it looked like this
photo via NY Times
Scarlett helped make these napking rings with pipe cleaners and feathers.

She was really into it until she passed out from boredom. Must work on building her crafting stamina.

This is the only photo of my pretty apple pie. See it waaaay over there on the side board? It was really pretty.

Ya know who else escaped my photo attention? Pepper! I feel so bad that I did not take any photos of her on her very first Thanksgiving. I dressed her in the exact same outfit that Scarlett wore on her first Thanksgiving,
Seen here on Thanksgiving 2006:

Sarlett and Pepper look so much alike, I guess I could just try to pass off Scarlett photos if it ever becomes an issue, but still I feel negligent. Perhaps Pepper will take comfort in the fact that I at least got plenty of photos of the napkin rings. Priorities!


I did a kids table for the first time this year. It was really cute and all 3 kids "sat" at it simultaneously for exactly 5 seconds. Dear Uncle Teke managed to capture the action around the kids table on his iphone (forgive the tiny thumbnail size - technical difficulties). If you have microscopic vision you'll be able to see in this photo that Rudy had the forsight to strip down to his undies before the meal even began. I like the way that boy thinks. AND Pepper is in this one so there, proof that she was in attendance.

The empty kids table.

So, back to the turkey! Which turkey won? You are surely (one month after the fact) dying to know. Of course by the time we ate, everyone was starving and declared both birds to be supremely tasty. The 2 turkeys had noticeably different flavor; the griller picked up a hint of hickory from the wood chips, and the oven bird was enhanced by the herbs and orange zest. While both were good and tasted like Thanksgiving should, I think the griller had a slight edge, winning by a nose, or a beak, as the case may be. Not sure if it was the novelty factor of grilling on an unseasonably warm late November day or what, but I am inclinded to go grill from now on.