Despite the cool and trendy anti-American sentiment that’s too abundant these days, I think July 4th weekend is a good time to look into our historical roots and see exactly what brought the citizens to revolt against an oppressive government and make sure that the intent of the Revolution is still in the hearts of our people. So I made a turkey on the grill.
I just can’t seem to do anything wrong when making a turkey. In thirty years no matter what, my turkeys always come out excellent and moist and I think maybe this should be carved on the rock out in the woods that will mark my resting place some day. “She never made a bad turkey.” Well maybe his little feet were burned off because I put him in a small pan–and he did turn gold brown and crispy after I took off the tinfoil cover, but he was moist and delicious and made the best gravy.
I should have taken a picture with the appetizers on the table but as always, I forget about everything else but food when the food’s out. Deviled eggs, three pounds of shrimp, grilled hot Italian peppers with anchovies, fresh bread dipped in garliced olive oil, jalapeno dip, and cheese. The white wine was exquisite, from Chile, Luis Felipe Edwards Savignon Blanc and our own homemade grape. The turkey, mashed potatoes with cheeses, and gravy were the main meal served with a salad and homemade dressing. Nobody had room for the peaches and frozen yogurt, which is why I really didn’t bother with a big dessert. Jim and I aren’t big on sweets and never order dessert in restaurants, so I always plan something light anyway. Unless it’s one of our dessert focused do-it-yourself crepe extravaganzas with four fillings and four sauces and fresh-whipped cream.
Conversation went through reminiscence to current affairs and politics. Not a formal dinner by any means; just good friends. All in all, a great day.
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