Thanksgiving eve began this morning as it does every year - with me sticking my head deep into the refrigerator and promising Susanne that the turkey does not smell funny.
We will wake up early tomorrow morning, drag ourselves downstairs and scrub that turkey cavity clean. When all the disgusting little bits are pulled and discarded, Susanne will then take a toothbrush and some Crest and scrub the inner bones until it’s sparkling white and minty fresh. Susanne will ask one more time if I think it smells funny. I will say no.
Following tradition, Susanne will go from worrying about the turkey not being fully cooked to worrying about it being fully cooked too soon, in a matter of minutes.
"Is it too early to serve dinner at 9:30 am?"






