So our landlord is an asshole, and so is American Home Shield Warranty Co., which was notified that our stove (and oven) was broken on Friday and can't send anyone to assess the situation until NEXT Wednesday, but we're still going to have a good Thanksgiving because I INSIST THAT IT BE SO.
Therefore, our ethically-raised, pastured and free-range turkey is brining, and I have par-cooked the local, organic green beans for the green-bean casserole and pre-chopped the mirepoix that will go in the free-range, organic chicken broth that'll bathe the turkey in our (going to be deducted from December's rent, GOD DAMMIT) countertop roaster, and pre-cooked the refrigerator mashed potatoes that my god-afflicted (and yet surprisingly hateful) aunt used to make for Thanksgiving, and baked the pumpkin pie (with local, organic pumpkin, and pastured duck eggs and organic sweetened condensed milk), and tomorrow we will fucking be THANKFUL.
This is far from the grimmest Thanksgiving we have celebrated around these parts, and countertop roaster and pre-cooked side dishes apart, we're going to make it work because that is what we do. We don't give up. We enjoy each other's company no matter what, and we're damn good cooks so tomorrow'll be a lot tastier than most holidays celebrated with working ovens (and I won't work at all--The XY sent me an e-mail offering to take the boys off my hands if I had to work and NO FUCK THAT, THANKSGIVING IS THE ONLY HOLIDAY I CARE ABOUT AND IT IS SACRED NO MATTER HOW MANY JOBS I HAVE).
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. May you and yours eat too much, love just enough, and celebrate the day together. xox