Gobble Gobble

I actually wrote an entry earlier but somehow I lost it during the "post" hmm... arrrggg hahahaa... Funny because it wasn't until after I finished writing the memory that I realized why it stood out in my mind. Eddie had this really wonderfully quircky humor about him. Regardless of what we were doing, we would be laughing about it whole heartedly the entire way. I shared many adventures with Eddie into the unknown and I think those moments at that stage in our lives, especially in my own life, will always be special. Sophmore year 1996, thanksgiving, Eddie, Allen, Winnie, and myself were going to Killington to join my family for a 3 day ski trip. We had agreed to cook Thanksgiving dinner at my apartment before making the 3+ hr drive to Killington. We went out to Star Market on Comm. Ave to pick up the frozen bird and all the other goodies that came with a Thanksgiving dinner. Upon bringing the bird home we started thawing it and prepping the other food. This was late afternoon and I think it was Eddie and myself, for the most part, who were working in the kitchen. It wasn't long before we realized the bird wasn't thawing as quick as we needed it to. Eddie and I probably looked at each other with this "oh man, what do we do now" sorta way. We would be laughing no doubt. Well, at this point, someone suggested we run it under cold water which is what we did but it still wasn't thawing fast enough which is when we decided to just bath it in hot water. Figuring half an hour under hot water was enough, we dropped the bird into a pan and then into the oven. I remember the patriots game was on, at the time Bill Parcells was the head coach and they were having a great season. I think they ended up making the superbowl that year but on that particular day, I think they lost. After an X amount of time, we figured the turkey to be done. I mean, it looked done, and to be honest, very beautiful. The skin was a beautiful golden brown and we were no doubt all looking on hungrily. We took out our best knife, which at the time was probably no better than a butter knife, and carved into our bird piercing the crisp skin, cutting the tender flesh, into bone? We tried again, another spot, hmmm, more bone? That seemed a bit unusual. We ended up carving the entire outer layer off only to realize that it was solid ice inside! This is after like 6 hours of work, so at this point we should have been frustrated but all I could remember was us laughing about it. It was our first thanksgiving together away from home and eating semi frozen turkey was still a humorous delight. I wonder how tolerant we would be of that now... Actually, I think Eddie would have a good laugh at it even if it was just yesterday. This story stands out to me because it was probably one of our first adventures together. We were just playing around, laughing more than cooking. In years past, we would share this memory on more than one occasion. For myself, this event could define so many of the things we did together in future years. Whatever it was, whether we succeeded or failed, we would be laughing. We shared a very similar humor and it's times like the one above that make me miss him so much.