No Thanksgiving Weekend Ice Storm has arrived at my location in North Texas, yet.
That is me cross country skiing several years ago when I lived in a far north Fort Worth suburb, the hamlet of Haslet.
The house was in Haslet, the mailbox was across the street in Fort Worth.
From this location the puny skyline of downtown Fort Worth could be seen, looking like little sticks sticking up on the horizon.
I recollect finding it odd that Fort Worth sprawled so far out in the country. This was one of the first Fort Worth things to strike me as odd. Little did I know, way back then, how long that list of odd Fort Worth things would become.
If I remember right the last time I slid on my cross country skis was a few years back, sliding down the hills in Arlington's Veterans Park.
Recently I discovered my cross country skis had partly delaminated, rendering them likely useless, though I've not had the snowy opportunity to test that potential uselessness. I had stored the skis in a storage area which was not climate controlled. I'm assuming the HEAT of summer caused the delamination.
On Tuesday I was unable to find any turkey smaller than 20 pounds. I don't recollect roasting a bird that big before. It barely fit in the roasting pan. I started the former gobbler roasting at 7 this morning, shoving it in the oven before going swimming in the hot tub.
I am expecting the turkey to be golden brown and ready for consumption approximately five hours after the oven insertion time.
Every year I say I am not going to go through the bother of cooking a turkey. This year I was sure I was going to bake a couple of the new style family size Marie Callender turkey pot pies for Thanksgiving. But, that plan went awry when I saw all the turkeys in Walmart waiting to be brought home by someone.
Anyway, I hope everyone has themselves a might fine Thanksgiving today....
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