Cooking Downstairs this Very Moment...

The Husband & I are having our post-holiday, post-stress, post-Christmas-shopping, "Thanksgiving" dinner alone at home tonight. The aroma is creating a spiraling vortex in my upper intestine which threatens to suck in every mobile object on our block. I can only imagine what torture this is for the dogs, whose widdle (yes, widdle) noses are at least a hundred times more sensitive than the one on my face. Said nose has, by the way, stretched as I sit here, snaking its way behind me, out the room, down the stairs, and now rests sadly on top of the counter, staring with its eye-less face, which isn't a face but skin and nostrils, which is a kind of an off-putting mental picture,at the good old Ronco Rotisserie spinning and squeaking its gears and dripping succulent juices.

Damn, I'm HUNGRAAAY.

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Comments

[stephanie]

yum

[nichole]

(( gulp ))...I trample over small children and old ladies to get to the rotisserie chicken at costco. But one made at home? Hmmmmm...that one looks really really good.

[Fraulein N]

Okay, I was starving and that did not help.

[Colleen]

This is how I made turkey for my small Thanksgiving gathering. Just slathered it with lots of lemon pepper - it was SO delicious.