Hey you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present. I’m gonna call this blog Turkeys and an Emu. This blog is dedicated to my nephew.
Now, I’m gonna kind of change things up a little, cause this year kind of changed everything up. I’m gonna talk about the past and the present.
I’m gonna talk about a weird thanksgivng I had. It’s inspired by this past year because it’s been so weird. I seem to always have been on the road when Thanksgiving came around. I often spent thanksgiving alone. This year is no different. My Dad always liked me to tell the following story:
When I lived in Australia, I would often have dinner parties with friends. At one dinner, I talked about Thanksgiving in America, what it’s like. My friends were intrigued, so I promised them a thanksgiving dinner. My wife at the time, reminded me I promised my friends a thanksgiving dinner. This is when I woke up with a hangover. Imagine that. Anyway, I went on to cook a Thanksgiving dinner for my friends. Now, go ahead and try to find a turkey in Australia. It’s almost impossible. I looked everywhere. No turkey to be found. So I called up the American Embassy. I thought they might have an idea of where to go. A guy that worked at the embassy said he had an extra turkey at the butcher in double bay, and I could have it. Just mention I was with the embassy. So I set off to get my turkey in Double Bay. Well, I got there and said I was from the embassy. They brought out the biggest turkey carcass I’ve ever seen. It was huge! I swear it was an emu. I had a small Honda station wagon and it barely fit in the back. When I got home, I finally made it upstairs and I looked at the oven and thought, there’s no way that’s gonna fit. I took out all the racks, put 4 bricks in, put the bird on a big baking tray and put everything in the oven. The door wouldn’t shut, so I bungee corded the door as best I could and covered the gap with tin foil. I set the oven to 300 degrees. I started cooking the bird at 2 pm and it was finally done at 4 am. We were so wasted, a boot would have tasted good. We had a little turkey, cut up the rest for lunch meat, and put the carcass in the trash can. I was awoken an hour later by two tree kangaroos fighting over the carcass. They made such a racket. Then they dragged it into the bush. I think I’m still recovering from that night. No wonder why my head exploded.
Anyway, hope you guys have a good thanksgiving. I’m gonna be radical and have Chinese good for Thanksgiving.
Love and miss you guys,
B. NIce
