27-Nov-14 through 30-Nov-14
I hadn’t seen Dave in ages. I hadn’t seen Jig in ages, until she made a surprise visit to Boston for work. I hadn’t even seen the new house that they bought together. What the heck. How is that acceptable?
The answer? It’s not. So instead of keeping with standard thanksgiving tradition, we broke and got a whole group of people to fly out to Oklahoma. The plan was to see the new house, party it up, and make an amazing dinner. Instead of having dinner on Thursday, we aimed to hit Friday; keep flights simpler, and ensure that we had enough time to chill and catch up before really diving into the whole cooking thing…
- Awake @ 8:00, on the train by 8:30, getting a hamburger in Logan by 10:00. And a smoothie. Mmmm…. Mango
- Flight to DFW is simple, and I sleep basically the whole time. Not super comfortable though, if we’re being honest.
- Quick-ish layover in DFW, maybe an hour or so? I walk farther than necessary, as a bit of a “burn off excessive energy” tactic. I also eat a bagel, have a drink, and hang out on the laptop.
Ohh, and I get called “Urban Jesus”. I like that line.
- Flight to Tulsa is quick as well… this time I do some writing and plan out stages to excavating the money pit. I do not know why I am doing this.
- Note that on neither of the flights did I have anyone interesting sitting next to me. The flight to Tulsa didn’t even have anyone next to me.
- Meet Dave & Jig & Mike at the airport, and Chirag meets us all at the curb maybe 20min afterward. Much bro-ing was had.
- Head to the Patel family house for dinner- delicious Vegetarian curry is eaten, as made my Momma Patel.
- Gossip and catching up occurs. It’s excellent. We pack some cooking supplies into the car and head back to see the Siegfried house!
- We get the whole tour, then start into prepping dinner for tomorrow. Which… yeah, it’s more than a bit of work. But we get it all done and head to the couches!
- Hang out, catch up, start drinking… yeah. WOO!
- Ohh how long did you think it would take? Obviously we start into rock band, guitar hero, all of that fun.
- At some point their housemate joins us; a really cool guy named Nick. We continue rocking out.
- Crash sometime around 03:00 or something.
- I’m waking up, to Chirag and Mike, and Jigs and Dave all moving around. I’m breathing in, the coffee smells. Whoa… (Ed Note: this is Ben referencing an Imagine Dragons song. I don’t know why he is doing this)
- Good wake up, get showered and moving to the Patel house again – this time, Momma Patel is making us breakfast tea with biscuits and other delicious breakfast snacks.
- More gossip, more catching up, hearing stories about Oklahoma and life on the old prairie.
- Finish up breakfast, and move on the last-minute shopping. Hit the Super Wal-Mart (because that’s really the only major store in the area), and grab a few bits and bobs that we’ve realized that we’re missing. Quick trip… or should be. Somehow this stuff always takes a little longer than we’d expect…
- Cooking begins. Dave and I start prepping the deep frier, Mike makes his famous meatballs, Chirag tosses his Chicken Shwarma in the oven, and Jigs pushes into making the casserole and potatoes and putting the final bits of spice onto the turkey.
- Whoa, the oil is heating up pretty quick for the deep frier, putting the tin foil around it was a really good idea!
- FIRE! AHH NO! THE TIN FOIL WAS A BAD IDEA!
- What Ben saw: FIRE!
- What was done about it:
Ben: Runs toward fire extinguisher. Stops, runs toward house. Stops, runs toward fire extinguisher. Stops, runs to propane and shuts it off. Runs into house, yells “Shits on fire!” and runs back out.
Dave, Mike, Jigs & Chirag: “What just happened?”
Ben: Runs back in, after making sure the fire was 100% out. “Ok I put it out.”
Dave, Mike, Jigs & Chirag: “Wait. Again. What just happened?”
- What actually happened: The tin foil around the burner did increase the heat transfer… but increased it too much for the fuel line, which melted through. Causing propane to vent, which was lit by the burner. Which caused the fuel line to act like an opened garden hose, but with fire instead of water.
- Final situation: Propane off, fuel line melted through, oil cooling off, house & lawn intact.
- Thankfully, between the five of us we figured everything out, got the hose reconnected, and restarted the whole system. It was a bit concerning, but great success was had.
- The oil bubbles away
- Final cooking begins: Chicken Shwarma is eaten, along with shrimp & cheeses. Beer is drank (as it has been returning from the store), and wine is opened. Stuffing is made and put in the oven. Everything is ready for the turkey to be lowed into the oil…
- To lower the turkey, I had woven a net out of some heavy twine we’d picked up. It wasn’t anything super fancy, but the rope skills that climbing’s taught me did come in handy to make a quite nice basket for the turkey to be cradled in, on it’s trip into the boiling oil.Dave and I had planned the whole enterance out, to minimize danger to people, and to minimize the chance of finding out just how quickly Tulsa’s fire department could respond to a house fire.
The plan was to turn off the burner, move the oil off the burner (so that it 100% couldn’t spatter and ignite), and then lower the turkey into the oil. Then, after covering it, replace the pot of oil on the burner, restart the fire, and then congratulate each other over beers.
- What actually happened though… was exactly what we planned to happen. To a Tee – chirag and I moved the oil (since we had heavy shoes), Dave and Mike trussed up the Turkey in my mesh, and then I lowered it into the oil with great reverence. Operation “Thanksgiving” was well under way.
- While the turkey cooked, we made final preparations and gnoshed on the chicken / apps.
- Then, carving, plating, and eating. The first three took maybe 15min. The last bit took maybe 3 hours.
- After dinner, Chirag took the Apple Pie out of the oven… and we all cried because there was no way we could eat another ounce. We still tried, obviously, but it was rather painful.
- Rock Band. Guitar Hero. Naps, movies, and chatting. Scotch and wine, apple cider and beer. An excellent evening.
- How do I not have a hangover? I do not know. But somehow, we have been saved the indignity of having a completely split-in-half head.
- Instead of a hangover, we have: hunger! So now that everyone is slowly awakening, I start the time-honored tradition of reheating a small portion of the ridiculous amounts of leftovers that we’ve accumulated from the previous days cooking. Specifically – Apple Pie!
- Slow morning, no real rush for anything. Dave, Mike and I head out for a short adventure to see one of Dave’s friends who we’d met at the wedding, but for one reason or another it didn’t work out, and we ended up back at the house before too long…
- And since we were at the house… More food! More Rock Band! More awesome fun stories and chatting and hanging out!
- But wait… Today is our day after Thanksgiving. Which clearly means that we should… Put up Christmas lights! This finds me trying to climb up onto the roof, failing at replacing fuses in the string of lights that won’t work for some stupid reason, and generally all of us having a great time messing around and sort of getting some stuff done.
- After everything is up (not including that one string that won’t light up… there’s always one string that won’t light up, right?) we head back in for some more left overs and more hanging out; Seriously, over the course of the weekend we probably worked through 12lbs of turkey, 3 lbs of sausage, 3lbs of beans, 5 of potatoes, 4 of ground beef, three of Chicken, and who knows how much other food.
What does that mean? That I love Thanksgiving. I do very much enjoy cooking, and this is basically an entire holiday dedicated to cooking and eating with friends and family. Nice.
Ed Note: Of course, all of the recipes (those that I can publish) are printed out below
- Instead of spending the whole night indoors playing rock band, like we did the previous two nights, we all put on some semblance of normal on-the-town clothes, and head out to the bar that Nick bartends at: a place called Cosmos.
- The bar was pretty awesome – a low-key place that was busy, but light enough that Nick could come and hang out with us every so often. We even found some cool foam blocks that Chirag, Mike and I turned into variously impressive bridges and neat little houses.
- Of note of this evening – Star wars, Lightsabers, and the various kinds of Dragons (and which universes they come from) were discussed rather in depth. It was horribly nerdy, and completely amazing. For example – Imperial Turbolasers, the kind used on Star Destroyers, do not actually fire “lasers”. Instead, from what Mike informed us, they fire bolts of plasma energy; similar to what hand held blasters would fire, or what makes up the blade of a lightsaber.
- As the night went on, we worked through some drinks there, then hit Wal-Mart again quick for a new remote for the Wii at the house, and then headed back home for more leftovers and rocking out. Some of which was on Rock Band. Much of which was just everyone chatting and chilling.
- The night went excellently – lots of games, lots of difficult songs, and tons of generally hanging out and having a good time. Scotch was drank, laughs were had, and people were made fun of. An excellent evening.
- All good things must come to an end, and this was no exception.
- I guess the ending started when Dave and Jig had to wake up sometime around 6:00 in the morning, so that she could catch her flight back into Boston. For me, it started to end when I woke up and helped send Mike off for his flight; driving with Dave while Chirag and I cleaned up the kitchen and put the remaining leftovers into the fridge. It was long work, thanks to the sheer amount of dishes we’d accumulated over the course of the weekend, but between the two of us, and some amazing tunes from Pandora, we got almost all of it done before Dave even got back.
- Once Dave did get back, the real challenge was faced: what to do with the large quantity of cooking oil that we’d used for the turkey. We’d left it outside in the pot in the hopes that it would congeal over the course of the two days, but upon review of the oil… that was not at all the case. It was as liquidy and delicious-smelling as when we first took the turkey out.
- So what to do… well, with some quick thinking by Dave, we were able to rig up a box, with some spare plastic bags, that would hold just enough to drain the cooking pot. Then, we’d put it into the freezer to speed the congealing process, before Dave would take it to the dump as a solid block.
- Everything worked as planned, except for one bit – the waiting part. Chirag decided to be smart, and look up on google how to dispose of cooking oil… and it turns out there’s a specific day where the city of Tulsa collects cooking oil.
- What day was that? Why, the afternoon of the Sunday after Thanksgiving, of course. Right after we were planning on heading to the Airport so I could catch my flight. Huh. It’s kind of nice when things work absolutely perfectly like that.
- So I finished packing, we jumped in the car with the oil, and headed to the Airport. A slightly-long goodbye found Dave and Chirag driving off from the curb, and me walking into the terminal and away from Thanksgiving.
- My flights home? They were pretty simple. The leg back to Boston got delayed, and the gate changed, and was generally frustrating… but the extra time let me hike myself all over Dallas Airport; a nice excuse to have dinner where I wanted (Chilis, it was actually not very good) and get a little bit of activity in from a weekend full of chilling and overeating.
Selected recipes from the weekend:
Ben’s internationally famous Stuffing
Mike’s magical meatballs
Chirag’s stupendous Shwarma
Green Bean Casserole of Greatness
Possibly the best Potatoes
Terrifically deep-fried Turkey