My First Turkey

I did it, folks. I made my first turkey. I feel bad though, because it was a young guy. Said so on the packaging. "Young Turkey Breast." At least it was just the breast and not the whole little fella. Although it looked pretty whole. Let's not think about that.

I cooked him on Wednesday night because it just wasn't going to be practical on the day of. I'm not slaving away in the kitchen all day when I have tom-peeping to do. That is, to be a peeping-tom.

Before you get all appalled at my admission of tom-peepery, it's not what you think. I paid to do it. Hm, that sounds even worse. How about this? We went on a tour of the stars homes yesterday. Okay, there you have it. I'm not a pervert. But we were stopping right in front of houses and looking into windows. Anywhere other than Hollywood, I suppose would be grounds for jail time.

I should mention that I'm not spending my Thanksgiving alone. I have a friend from back home out here for a few days. We're seeing all the sites. Four days is probably just the right amount of time here to see all the major spots and yet not get tired of the perfect weather (as if!).

Anyways, the tour was pretty fun. Could be cheesy, but it wasn't really. We supposedly saw everyone from the Guess? Jeans guys house, to Bennifers (Ben and Jen) and TomKats (Tom and Katie). Steve Martin. Liz Taylor. The "Fresh Prince" house. It was pretty much worth every penny.

We were back here by 530, in time to heat up that turkey, pull out the KFC potatoes and gravy I picked up last night, and have some wine in the non-wine glasses I didn't realize I should probably have until too late.

I have a great excuse for this wonderful Thanksgiving non-feast. I'm a guy. It was my first time. Cut me some slack! The bird turned out perfect. End of story.

Today we're going to head down to San Diego for the day. Should be fun, as always.