Thanksgiving

Normally I spend Thanksgiving on the couch watching the Detroit Lions "find yet another way to lose" (John Madden during a Thanksgiving day game several years ago). But this year, which we spent at my brother's house in San Mateo, I got to do a large amount of the cooking. My sister-in-law, who normally carries on the family traditions at the stovetop, had her hands full with 2 kids and was only too happy to hand me her apron.

Here's some shots of the bird. I can't help but feel a little smug at my carving, since I and other professional cooks have been carving birds this way for years, in spite of last week's NYT piece on the butcher's secret to carving turkey.