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 B has re-named our special, lovingly raised and slaughtered and de-feathered turkey Alistair.

 I liked Henri, but B thinks Alistair suits him better. Whatever I say. Whatever. (That, and when we have kids don’t even think about pulling a fast one on me. I’ll skip the drugs if need be so I can prevent you from naming any child of ours Granderson (as in Curtis). And I’ll remind you about my sacrifice every day for the rest of your life.)

Our knives have been sharpened. The dessert is made. I covered the pumpkin pie in teeny-tiny pie dough acorns & maple leaves & pumpkins and candied pecans and all I can say is: boooyah. Beat that Martha Stewart.

My cheesecake recipe & cranberry orange mint relish how-to are over at www.thekitchenettes.net & I’ll be completely submerging my brined turkey, Henri, Alistair in its glorious salt-spa – I think the photo I posted earlier was just showing step 1 of the 3 step process outlined on Williams Sonoma brine label.

Now excuse me while I go prevent B from slicing the cheesecake now and adding it to the mashed potatoes because it “suits them better.”