Yesterday was FTD. No, not that flower deliver service (I don’t know what that stands for anyway). Nope.
Around here it means Fry Turkeys Day.
Every year, a day or two before Thanksgiving, we break out our two
propane-operated fryers, fill ‘em up with grease, and begin the process of
knocking out a few turkeys. And by “a
few” I mean more than a few. This year
our total came to eleven. They each take
about an hour of fry time, so figuring up the math, and adding to that carving
them all up and getting them into the fridge … it is truly an all-day
affair.
This year we were assisted by the presence
of some of our illustrious grandchildren.
The boys were particularly interested in the Lifetime movies marathon
that was playing on the TV. We usually find
time to watch a few of them together every year. It’s always great fun to guess the plot and
anticipate the appearance of Winter Storm Meghan. As far as the work goes, Jachin in particular
really stepped up to keep his youngest brother out of harm’s way (That grease gets really hot!) and to
help me with hot pot lids and opening doors and the like. Thanks for the big assist, Jachin.
When the big brothers had to leave (Jachin had a class at the community college
and I think the other two brothers had an appointment of some kind), little
sister stuck around. Noa and Nana had
some big plans to do some cookie baking if DadDad ever finished in the kitchen. Fortunately that completion finally arrived
and I handed over the space to our two bakers of the day. Not much you can say about a huge batch of
homemade chocolate chip cookies.
Primarily because Mama taught you not to talk with your mouth full,
right? They were some kinda good.
I have to say I retired for the evening one
tired old dude. It hit me sometime after
I finished my hot dog for supper that I never even tasted one of the
turkeys. Of course Chris handled that
department for me. She managed one
little bite from each one. Quality
control purposes only, of course. Of
course …
2 Corinthians 12:9 says, “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient
for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly
about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”
Father, thank you for the help we had
around here yesterday. Bless those
youngsters. Amen.
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