Roasting My First Turkey

The first turkey I roasted all on my own was Thanksgiving 1986.

The roasting took place in a Boston University apartment on Commonwealth Avenue. I don't remember who was there. Perhaps my roommate from Greece. Maybe some other Coal Region ex-pats who didn't make the journey home that holiday.

I do remember that I never removed the bag of giblets before roasting.

It's not something I would have thought to do. And my mother didn't say, "Oh, hey, by the way - there will be a paper sack full of turkey organs tucked inside the turkey. Remember to removed it before cooking."

I mean, I thought the whole idea behind getting someone else to do the slaughtering and disemboweling was so there wouldn't be a moment when you had to handle a turkey liver. Or a heart.

My mother tells me that she chops up the organs, sautes them, and then hides them in the stuffing. (Or filling, depending on how much Pennsylvania Dutch ya have in ya.)

I tell her that every time she reminds me of this, I have to pay $100 to a hypnotist to make me forget. Because my mom's turkey filling (or stuffing, don't ever call it dressing) is so delicious that even PETA sends her a waiver, noting that most turkeys are despicable and grumpy and kinda deserve what they get. P.S.Don't tell anyone.

And one time, Howard Zinn was drunk at a party and confessed to a co-ed that although he did not celebrate Thanksgiving due to his moral outrage at the general cultural relativism which excuses inexcusable atrocities, he was also a tart for my mom's home cooking.

So yeah. Giblets. Eww. But yum.

Anyway, this is a photo of the second turkey I roasted - this time, in an apartment on Beacon Hill in Boston, Massachusetts.


Well, it's the carcass, anyway.

Can you guess what year this might have been?

(Hint: Look at the hair. My friend is not being ironic.)

I'm actually surprised that I have a photo that so nearly matches a NaBloPoMo suggestion on such a weird topic.

Actually, I'm kinda not surprised.

7 comments:

Lena said...

Actually Josette, I missed the whole thing. I had gone to visit friends elsewhere. I now regret not being there. I missed out on all the fun...

Josette at Halushki said...

I can't remember who was there?! I know I didn't cook for myself, lol. I think I was just panicking at being responsible for everyone's Thanksgiving. I was one step away from doing the Charlie Brown things and serving toast and popcorn.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I never screwed up Thanksgiving, but I did cause severe gastric distress at my first dinner party after I was married by not removing the many, and very spicy, dried chilies from the Kung Pao chicken. It was 1987 so I was wearing leggings.

Lorri said...

By the hair...1985 or 86.

Anonymous said...

isn't that from 87 and in an aparatment in JP

Josette at Halushki said...

Ah, no. I know for sure it's Beacon Hill. I recognize the sink and cabinets. I lived there senior year with MPC. But you're right, it was 1987! Although...hmmmmm...when *was* JP Thanksgiving? The Thanksgiving meal that started at noon but wasn't ready until 9 at night? Epic Thanksgiving!

Anonymous said...

I came up to Boston for that thanksgiving. I have a photo of you basting your first turkey. You forbade me to squeal about the giblet bag. A

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