But as I said, its settled and a big gobbler it shall be. A few nights back, I woke up from a nightmare, where a very happy turkey with a stoned expression is delivered by the farmer. The turkey prances around the proffesor's living room and goes gobble-gobble ever so often. We look at each other, aghast at the fact that the farmer delivered a live creature and not a dead, cleaned one. Slowly we make friends with stupid thing (in my dream he even had a name..something like Eric) and then in a crazy twist of irony refuse to eat him. Don't worry, its not some freudian hoo-haa about the inner vegetarian in me...go back a few lines...see, I called it a nightmare.
I spoke to the proffessor and he assured me that everything was in control. He has done extensive research into the cooking methods to be employed and is quite confident at this stage. I believe him. After all two years back when he declared that he would bring a pumpkin (from his pumpkin patch) over to Chicago and make us a pie, we made mean jokes about the airlines charging him an extra fare for seating his happy, organic pumpkin....yes, we are like that, deal with it. We were thoroughly dissappointed when he came with a nicely packaged jar of pumpkin mush instead of a warty, orange globular mass and proceeded to turn into a lovely pie. So you see...our proffesor is quite the man. If he can tame an ugly pumpkin, he can certainly crisp a turkey. And yes, the farmer will not deliver an Eric or whatever his name was to the proffesor's door...or so we hope.
PS: And since I love talking about food here's the menu:
Vegetarian meat loaf
Green beans with balsamic vinegar reduction and sliced almonds
Roasted potatoes with rosemary and garlic
Apple Pie with a crumble top