Suusgiving, aka, "Too much fucking homework to go anywhere."

[Suu]

I've been planning this attack now for a couple of years. I knew that a solitary Thanksgiving was imminent, and tried to come up with something that would at least be fun to keep me from being bummed out. The boyfriend is serving the country today (see also: stuck on base for a 24 hour watch,) but he'll be here tomorrow for Thanksgiving Mark II, which is why I cooked too much for one person. I also have a potluck on Saturday, so anything leftover is going there, plus another batch of green bean casserole.

Disclaimer: I am in no way shape or form a good cook. In fact, most of these dishes are going to make ECH come through the computer and strangle me.

First off, they make turkey cutlets! Who knew? They aren't always easy to find, but Navyguy managed to grab them for me at the commissary. I also had some bacon laying around.



So I did this:



While those sat in the fridge for a bit, I started the sides. Such as the pinnacle of Thanksgiving garbage:



I pan seared those bitches like a bawz:



It was actually a bit trickier than I thought. The bacon affects cooking times. So I had to monitor the internal temperature of the turkey pretty carefully. In the end I had to remove the bacon and finish it with them separate. It still only took about 10 minutes total. The turkey turned out PERFECT.



The bacon went to good use. Yes, it IS Stove Top stuffing, I know, I know...But I really don't know how to make a good stuffing, I never liked my mom's homemade version, and it's not like I'm trying to impress anyone.



While the stuffing was finishing, I made a gravy, heated up some leftover scalloped potatoes, and toasted a sub roll...Then started building my creation, starting with cranberry sauce.



Then this happened.



If I didn't actually have a gallbladder attack, I will now.



Bisected for your viewing, from the bottom up: cranberry sauce, turkey, gravy, green bean casserole, stuffing, potatoes:



And plenty of leftover food as a base for tomorrow's larger, more-formal meal, when I add another turkey breast, corn, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie:




I'm going to take a nap, then bring some brownies up to the poor bastards at the mall who are stuck working Thanksgiving shifts.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Looks good! I have sweet potatoes and rutabagas in the oven and am sitting around in my pajamas, looking forward to heading out to St. John's in an hour for hot toddies and turkey magnificence.

[Suu]

Looks good! I have sweet potatoes and rutabagas in the oven and am sitting around in my pajamas, looking forward to heading out to St. John's in an hour for hot toddies and turkey magnificence.

Ooooooh sweet potatoes. When I have the chance to cook for more than two of us, I'll go a bit more crazy with the sides, but I should have skipped the stuffing for sweet potatoes or squash with cinnamon. Mmm...

[DECI4]

Oh my god what is this I just read, does this victim actually believe anybody is going to find her white trash cuisine appetizing? I'm dying of shame for you.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I'm dying of shame for you.

Well, hurry up.

[Suu]

Oh my god what is this I just read, does this victim actually believe anybody is going to find her white trash cuisine appetizing? I'm dying of shame for you.

Don't worry, the leftovers as well as my Sara Lee pumpkin pie shall be consumed cold, enmasse, tomorrow, while watching Alabama slaughter Auburn. You haven't seen white trash yet, hun.

[Nephew Twiddleton]