Yeah, we run ours every other day or every third day. And like you, I (usually) hand wash the pots and pans.
I was too sick (horrible non-Covid virus that I am on Day 13 of) to go to Thanksgiving at my delightful neighbors’ but they dropped off a plate that I enjoyed yesterday.
Looks fabulous! Hope it speeds your recovery!
We found our duck at Walmart, it was $23.
My girlfriend really wanted it, so we bought it. I squeezed the cost into our food budget by making sacrifices on other meals. There are some (low cost) potato and lentil dishes planned for next week, but we did have a very nice Thanksgiving.
Oh, no! Hope you feel better soon!
Ohhh, no! What a great looking plate of food…very kind of your neighbor to drop it off for you! I hope you’re feeling better very soon.
Food looks great, but that virus sounds awful. I hope that you feel better pronto!
I’m sorry that was your experience. Having worked in a few hospitals over a few decades, I can say that our food service for the patients and for the public visiting them was top notch and I was proud to be on the trayline. Now, ‘convelescent’ hospitals BITD were horrid with their food, with the exception of one hospital which ran their food service trays to the extended care facility that they owned. I see that a lot now.
I saw something about this hospital food recently.
Same thing with the dry brined turkey. Luckily it looked so shrunken onto the meat that my aunt agreed to just rub the herbed butter on top and then inside the cavity.
I guess you pick crisp skin vs butter-basted meat? Tbh, I don’t think anyone at my end is really eating turkey skin the way we eat chicken skin, so I’m not sure we need the whole crisp skin bit next year.
I was in the Cardiac unit for emergency repair and I swear it was the saltiest food I’d ever tasted. I was convinced they were shoveling in salt substitutes. So I asked, why is everything so salty? Oh no, I was told, the diet here is restricted to …3,000 mg of salt per day. WHAT? Yes, you need to understand that most patients who are here are typically consuming 6,000 to 8,000 mg a day. For them, this is a restriction.
I wept into my fruit cup.
It’s OK, though, I was treated so well. By everyone! Even the young ladies who brought the food couldn’t have been nicer or kinder.
After working hard and putting your heart into a festive meal, that’s the right kind of appreciative audience!
Meanwhile I almost punched my cousin’s husband for the opposite: he sat down next to me at the table with a loaded plate, turned to me, and loudly exclaimed to everyone in earshot, “well YOU already WON thanksgiving with the smoked salmon and the kheema pas, but let’s eat the rest now anyway!”
Luckily my aunt was at the other end and didn’t hear a word (or pretended well not to), so I shut him up by spending the next few minutes loudly praising the gorgeous turkey and everything else she had spent so much time and effort over.
His wife glared at him, her brother and sil down at my end had their mouths open in utter disbelief. Who disrespects the host’s efforts like that???!!!
Too bad people are taught here, from very beginning, to be competitive.
He’s objectively a dumbass, for many reasons. Some redeeming qualities, but in social graces, a complete dumbass. (He also does not help with setup or cleanup or childcare unless my cousin MAKES him.)
I’m glad nobody I know feels that way about gatherings that involve multiple contributors.
Competitive - really? We just enjoy the bounty shared with one another and take everyone’s kind compliment for what it is: appreciation.
Everything sounds wonderful. Hope your MIL was able to enjoy some of the food, in addition to the plentiful love that comes through in all your posts about cooking for her.
That’s what you put out with an injured right side???!!! Come on! That’s fantastic!
If you plan to buy duck again and have an asian market somewhere nearby, duck is sometimes (often?) available there at a better price than mainstream supermarkets.
Many years ago (when I lived near my parents and sister), my sister would host Thanksgiving. Her mother-in-law was always obnoxious. For some reason, she always found fault with everything, including me. I never did a thing to this woman, but I seem to catch the bulk of her ire. There was one incident that upset me so bad, I got up from the dinner table and just left – never to return.
The next year I went to the local truck stop and ate Thanksgiving with the “over the road” truckers who didn’t make it home for the holiday. They were kind and told some great stories.
I guess there is always “one of those individuals” at every family function.