Happy Leftover Day!

I had a really good time with my family yesterday. It was just me, Suzie and Dad this year. I had to make the turkey and deviled eggs, so I was pretty happy I got off so easy. Turkey is really easy to make, because usually I just clean it, rub it down with butter and salt, stick an onion and a stick of butter in the carcass, in an oven bag.... three hours later everyone is calling me a genius.

This year, Suzie saw a recipe from Sandra Whatsherface on Semi-Homeade with this homeade herb butter, and lemon, onion, and fresh herbs to stuff it with. She made the butter and bought me the herbs, and gave them to me to make the turkey. She called me at 8:15am on the first day I was able to sleep late in a while to tell me "I put a tablespoon of poultry seasoning in the butter and it was supposed to be a teaspoon." Apparently the night before she'd lain awake wondering why the butter seemed so salty and had finally come to that conclusion.

So, I drag myself up and clean the turkey, cut in more butter with hers to even it out, and stuff it with an onion, lemon, and the herbs she gave me, thyme and dill. I put it in the oven, and take it over to my sister's that afternoon. I taste it as she's carving it, and it's good... but just has a weird taste. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't as good as I thought it would be. Suzie and dad seemed to like it, but Suzie and I agree that next year I'll make it like I usually do. I'm feeling kind of bad because it didn't turn out as well as I'd like it too, and she tells me not to worry, because I followed the recipe, and it just turns out the recipe wasn't as good as we thought it'd be.

The thing is, my sister is really the cook of the family. I'm not bad, I'm actually pretty decent.. but I'm just not at the level as she is, and I know it. She makes amazing food, and it always turns out perfect. It makes me sick, but then again she feeds me, so I can live with it. Plus, she's the oldest, and therefore, responsible. I've always been the flake of the family, and they take great joy in poking fun at me because of my "tra la la" sort of personality.

So, after dinner, Suzie is stripping and deboning the rest of the turkey, and she says:

Mmmm, that rosemary smells so good.

There isn't rosemary.

I *know* what I *smell* and it's *rosemary*.

Um, that'd kinda be impossible because I didn't put any *rosemary* in it for you to *smell*

Yes you did.

No I didn't.

I gave you thyme and rosemary!

No you didn't, you gave me thyme and DILL.

................. Oh...

You know, I *thought* it was kinda weird to use dill, but I just went with it.

Hehehe, whoops.

Hahaha! You screwed up and did something wrong! Yaaaaay!! Finally!

Shut up.

Hahahahahahahaha Dill hahahahahahaha

Man, I was so excited. I went to FOUR stores before I found rosemary!

Too bad you didn't buy it once you got there.

Don't tell anyone I did that.

No way, I'm telling *everybody*. I'm blogging it.

Come on.. don't blog it....

Too late, colgate. I've been the family joke for years, and now it's your turn!

Man..

It won't be so bad. So what, you made a mistake. It's funny. You'll just have to learn to DILL with it.


I wish I could tell you how hard we laughed after that, but since that joke wasn't even that funny, it'd almost be embarrassing.

After dinner, we went to see Casino Royale, the new James Bond movie. My dad has always loved James Bond movies, so we grew up watching them. I wasn't sure how the new JB would be, if he'd be cool, if he'd be sexy.. but he is both. More physical fighting, he's more of a blue-collar type of James Bond, but still really charming and smooth. I have to say, it's the best Bond movie I've seen.. maybe ever. And I have an INSANE crush on Daniel Craig now.

The best thing about it, is that it starts when Bond just gets 00 status. It actually has a story, so you care about him. I just loved it. I want to go see it again. I haven't had that much fun watching a movie in a long time.

I went to visit Lyla after that, and I got to burp her and she spit up on me a little. I was the first person she spit up on! After I burped her, she just sort of passed out on my shoulder. What is it about a baby falling asleep on you that makes you feel so happy? She is so sweet, I love her SO MUCH.

It was the best Thanksgiving ever.