Bringing wine and crackers for ALL THE CHEESE.

I am going to see Twilight tonight with Jen and a group of her friends. It’s going to be a big ol’ adolescent girl squee-fest, so I’m attempting to get in touch with my inner thirteen-year-old. The trailers and clips I’ve seen thus far pretty much ensure that this is going to be the CHEESIEST MOVIE SINCE THE INVENTION OF CHEESE. I was going to bring the flask along and play the Twilight drinking game, but I figured I’d be fucked up approximately ten minutes into the movie, and I’m sure Jen doesn’t want to hold my hair for me at any point tonight.

I liked the books, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that, well, this movie is probably going to be so bad that I’m going into it with very low expectations indeed, hoping to be pleasantly surprised. Either way, Jen and I will have fun MST3K-ing the hell outta this thing.

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I have gone over AND over AND over my shopping list, to-do list, and cooking schedule for Thanksgiving, trying to figure out what I can do ahead/cook ahead/otherwise accomplish before Thursday, in order to make the actual DAY as hassle-free as I can. I think I’ve got it down to just having to bake the turkey (natch), assemble and bake the dressing and Connoisseur’s Casserole, make the Whisky Glazed Carrots, and make the gravy. Everything else can be made the day before, even the mashed potatoes, which can be re-heated prior to serving (according to PW’s recipe). I haven’t made the final decision on whether I’m going to do those the day before or not.

My issue is that my oven isn’t big enough! The turkey will take up the whole thing, and I’ll have to remove it and let it rest under foil for 50 minutes while the dressing and veggie casserole bake. Unless I can figure out how to stuff everything into the oven together for the last hour, we’re gonna have cold turkey. Which is useful to no-one unless you’re trying to quit smoking.

Maybe next year I’ll try deep frying the turkey, like my neighbor is doing. I have friends that swear by it. That’ll free up the oven for whatever I need it for. THAT’s next year, though. I’m not even thinking as far ahead as Christmas, so the bridge crossing will be delegated to the future.

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I skipped breakfast, and now I’m hungry.