So here's a little update:
The Great Turkey Disaster of 2009
If you missed the original story you can read about it here. It was less a disaster and more like a massacre. Seriously. Upon further research and reflection we discovered what we had done wrong. No, it wasn't too much salt. In fact, we had every single ingredient for the brine correct. Well, except for one. The recipe called for a cup of brown sugar and my husband being my husband, and that is a man who worships all things savory but not sweet, insisted we not include the brown sugar because hey! HEY! He didn't want a sweet bird! So, okay, we left out the brown sugar. Guess what adding brown sugar does to a brine? That's right people, it helps to balance out the salt. Ahem. So yes, the great turkey disaster was our own damn fault. Oops.
To rub salt into the wound (ahem), last night Buzz informed me that although he likes the occasional drumstick, really? Really, he prefers the things you can make from the leftover turkey than the actual turkey dinner itself. People, we've had turkey every Thanksgiving and Christmas since I've known the man and I'm only learning this little tidbit now? Now?
At the end of the day, that salty bastard of a turkey did redeem itself...in a big pot of turkey barley soup and last night in a decadent but not fattening turkey pot pie. I followed the WeightWatchers recipe to the "t" but omitted any reference to salt and guess what? It was delicious. And by using no-fat condensed milk, it was thick and creamy and rich, but NOT fattening. Oh the joy!
I Said Doctor....
Remember last week when I was lamenting here about the health care system here on the sandbar and how it's been two years of living without a family doctor? Remember saying how frustrated I was? And the lengths I'm going to in order to secure medical treatment for my long-suffering, but quintessentially male husband who, when I try to get to see a doctor I think it would be easier to get healthcare reform through the US Senate then to get my man on an examination table? Well, guess what? Soon, his ass will be draped in a tiny white gown sitting on a cold slab of paper because ladies and gentlemen, this weekend I received a letter in the mail from the department of health informing me that our file has been sent to Dr. Jamal who will gladly see us for an interview for family doctor. That's right folks, my plea to "Janice" seemed to have worked. Or maybe it was because "Janice" was so mortified at "Claire's" initial response to me that she felt the only way to rectify the situation was to assign us to a doctor, but I DON'T CARE because WE WILL SOON HAVE A DOCTOR!
I don't really know how else to end this other than to say...it's about damn time some things started turning around on this island. Hopefully this is just the first step. The next step would be for me to have a full-time job. Would I be tempting Fait too much by asking for one more favour? Just one!
