We celebrated Thanksgiving with David's family today. I am very full and very tired.
We are celebrating Thanksgiving with my family tomorrow. Husband and I responsible for bringing the turkey tomorrow.
Last night, Husband and I spent two hours elbow deep in a turkey, creating tunnels between the meat and the skin of the turkey, and they filling those tunnels with a hazelnut, butter, shallots and prosciutto.
This was supposed to be a festive first thanksgiving for my aunt's two new step-sons. This is their first thanksgiving in America.
The stepsons? Follow a dietary code common to many people in certain parts of the world.
GUESS WHAT IS NOT KOSHER?
I didn't even OCCUR to me, as I was elbow deep in raw turkey, that prosciutto is HAM.
And I'm told that the fact that the prosciutto is has now touched the bird makes any effort I make to pull the prosciutto off of part of the bird NULL and VOID.
The turkey should be delicious. I still feel like a schmuck.
Should I tell them that Jesus would let them eat prosciutto?