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| It's not that I want to
Or choose to
It's not that I'm willing
To bleed for you
Not a lack of trying
To help it at all
It's that the memory
Of you calls
And I answer and answer
Never hesitating
It's that I can't stop
My heart from waiting
- KS
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| So here's the thing, I had never grown up eating Turkey. My whole family and I decided that we just don't like the taste. Somewhere along the way (of life, that is) I developed this urge to cook it so right that we can't deny it anymore. My best friends and I also have these yearly Christmas parties that often result in some seriously delicious Turkey, so there's proof that it can go very right. This year, in missing my best friends and family, and also my current cooking craze, I was inspired to tackle The Turkey. There was a lot of googling and checking on facts with my friends. There were many return trips to the store because I figured that I need certain ingredients as I go along and it's often after I have left the store. There was a lot of me yelling, "Am I doing this right? Oh God... I don't know what I'm doing!" But alas...
Let's start from the beginning then. Let me try to recall what I did. The Turkey was bought, took a night to thaw in some salt water. I then mulled and fondled it with seasoning: butter, fresh oregano, garlic powder, salt. The darn oregano took me forever to prepare. By the time it was done, I had it all over my kitchen. I digress. Ok, so I rubbed all of the above all over the Turkey and then wrapped the darn thing up in plastic wrap. It then sat happily marinating in my fridge for a night.
The next day, I covered the Turkey breast in fresh bacon and popped that thing in the oven at 350F. (Thanks Boo for the bacon tip.) Oh, forgot to mention that inside the bird, I stuffed freshly chopped onions, more oregano, salt, chunks of garlic, celery, carrots and a strip of surprise bacon. There wasn't necessarily any reason for these things accept that I like to eat them afterward.
In the meanwhile, I peeled, cut and washed my carrots, garlic, onions, celery, and cilantro for my stuffing. I then chopped up a whole lot of fresh bread and toasted it all. Thus, the stuffing making began. Onions went in first, then celery and carrots. Then, my bread was ready so threw those guys in. Then some chicken stock, and Turkey juice as it cooked.
And then there was the gravy which made me really nervous! Somehow gravy is this big mystery to me! I just boiled all of my extra Turkey parts: liver, heart, neck, etc. I'm totally a fan of the taste of all said ingredients. With that stock I added flour and more Turkey juices as it was ready. TA DA! Who knew how easy it was. I also kept all the Turkey parts to eat later, because again, I'm a fan.
Turkey was then done at around 4 hours or so later and Voila! I know... I know... I'm not supposed to brag. I'm supposed to be modest. I-- Forget it, I am so proud of my first Turkey! Hope you enjoyed the recap. Special thanks to my iPHONE for the fancy shmancy photoshoot. Turkey and I wish you and your loved ones a great holiday season and all the best to come in 2010.
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| She found herself listening to their songs again. It seems, as time was acquired, so were songs. Their songs were hopeful. They were romantic and kind. The songs tell our story well, she thought. It's funny how the anger subsides in a blink. Forgiveness, patience, and hope then takes it place. She had decided to stop fighting so hard. Perhaps the road splits. Perhaps the story takes a strange turn but why should she ignore the magic at work? And oh was there magic. There was a promise for a better tomorrow and as they shook on it, he held onto her hand. "I remember this," he said "I remember the first time we shook hands." He painted every detail of that moment they met and magic flared once again. He remembers it all, she thought, he remembers. The song ended and left her with just one piece of involuntary truth, I love you. Love. It may not be enough but it sure is a crucial foundation. Everything else can be built around it, on top of it. And if it crumbles... well, we can say we tried.
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| I was listening to Mariah Carey sing of how all she wants for Christmas is (fill in to your heart's desire). It got me thinking, I don't know who the one for me is. I don't just "know" the way others do. I've never known. I don't know what my perfect career path is. I've walked so many. I really, truly do not know so many things and have never known. And maybe I'll never know. And maybe it doesn't even matter. We are 3 days away from Christmas. I am thankful for my loving family and friends. As for that which I do not have-- well, I am thankful for just the possibility of accepting its absence. May peace be with you and your loved ones in this beautiful season and in the new year. Let's welcome it with positivity.
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| I am not weak. But I am to you.
Not easily swayed. But I have been by you.
I have let you in, as I surely knew
I shouldn't have-- though still do
But it's happened and here we are
So I ask that you take these scars
With the memories, and the love.
I know now I've had enough
That is the biggest lesson after all
Knowing when to end the fall
And when to let loose, let go
And that-- I surely know.
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