Thursday, November 23, 2006
This week's Soup Salon has morphed into a Thanksgiving Day Turkey Dinner. It's gonna be just like a Norman Rockwell idealized Thanksgiving, with a few exceptions:
- there won't be a parade (we had enough parade stuff two weeks ago)
- the event will take place on Friday (tomorrow) 'cause that's when working folks have a day off
- there won't be national football games on TV ('cause football is soccer, and anyhow they don't play big games in the afternoon)
- most of the participants won't be related to each other
- the weather looks like it will be balmy enough to have the dinner outdoors
The various items on the menu have been assigned to various guests, and I get to stuff and roast the turkey. Well ordinarily that wouldn't faze me, but local grocery stores are not in the habit of selling whole turkeys, so I thought ahead and special ordered one from a newly-opened branch of a large grocery chain. David, the store manager called me with some news last week: the Health Department won't allow him to pick up a fresh-killed turkey for me from his main branch store, so I had to go and get it myself.
Luckily the main branch store is fairly close to a friend I haven't seen for about six months, and the store itself has 3 or 4 in-store restaurants. So yesterday I took the train to Rehovot, my friend picked me up, we browsed the cavernous and nearly-empty store (Wednesday afternoon is not a favored shopping time), lunched at the Noodle Bar, all the while me getting more and more anxious: would the turkey be there, as David had promised? From the photo, you know the answer.
As I entered the train station for my return trip, I got a kick out of opening my shopping bag to displaying my 7.63 kilo raw turkey to the security guard when he asked if I had any weapons.