I'm roasting a turkey today. It's been in Abbe's deep freeze since this time last year, but Greg picked it up after yoga Tues. night, and about eight of us are gathering for dinner this evening. The bird hails from Marionville, MO, actually out in the sticks near Marionville, raised by sweet Candi's dad. I placed it on the scale this morning, and it weighed 22 lbs., but I think my scale weighs on the low side by two or three pounds. It's a big turkey.
Candi told us about her father's turkey flock last Oct., and he planned to butcher them right before Thanksgiving. We paid our $50 and she delivered the birds a few days before T-day. We usually host the Radfords and the Kapps for the big holiday, but last year was a smaller gathering, and I cooked a smaller turkey. I kept intending to retrieve the one Abbe had in her deep freeze for me, but the occasion never arose. She reminded me about the bird-on-ice over lunch the other day, and it seemed like a good time to make an occasion.
I'm remembering a scene shortly after Thanksgiving last year when Justine described to us girls the preparation, cooking and eating of her bird from Candi's dad. With hands gripped and arms rolling, she described the massaging of the butter, herbs and spices into the body. Downright sensual. Sniffing the air and waving the imagined smells toward her, she recreated the rich aromas of the roasting meat. We laughed when she told how she almost dived for the trash can when her sister-in-law, after they had started the gravy, poured the remaining pan drippings into the bag discarding the golden fat and flavorful juices from an organic, heritage turkey. Sacrilege! I've been looking forward to cooking this bird ever since.
It's not just the promise of the delicious, organically and locally grown meal we're going to enjoy tonight. It's also the connective threads, the stories, the personalities and love that swirl around my community and my life. From Candi's turkey raising dad and the kale for tonight's salad grown by haiku writing farmer Mark to Jane's tomato basil jam for our bread and the craft beer we'll drink courtesy of our favorite local brewer Jeff, everything is connected. Very little enters our kitchen anonymously. Our food and drink comes from our friends and others putting their labor and attention into providing goods with joy and vitality and care. I taste it in every bite and sip. Wish you could be here, because there will be plenty.