Thanksgiving was great. Not all according to plan, but great.
The high-BTU burner for the turkey frying kit is very simple. Hose — with nozzle and pressure regulator and spigot to control the amount of gas flowing — connects from the propane tank into long venturi tube at base of burner. Gas should get shot up the venturi, sucking in air (from the open ends of the venturi behind it) into the burners. Bright blue flame ensues, once a spark is administered.
Instead, we get wavery yellow flame which occasinally — because the pressure is not high enough — goes out at the venturi, too, right by the rubber hose from the propane tank. Not good.
We tried it with both tanks. Randy and Doyce and I hummed and hawed over the instructions, looking for the parts that each of us had missed that would answer the question of why the heck this was happening. All we needed were beers in our hands and a half-disassembled engine to complete the tableaux.
So back to Plan B — there was sufficient clearance on our range to do this, if the burner would get hot enough. It did, barely, and produced a well-cooked but incredibly moist turkey. Wonderful.
Indeed, all of Margie’s vittles were fabulous, including the pre-dinner onion rings and deep-fried battered mushrooms (I forgot to put those on the List of 4). We had a wonderful cabernet (those of us doing the wine thing), and then sat around and sipped port and played parlor games and Uno (which I won, neener-neener-neener). The evening ended far too soon (though at an appropriate time to get the kitchen cleaned up and the trash taken out and us old-folks-with-babies into bed in order to be relatively happy when Katherine decided to wake up this a.m. (at 7:30, miracle of miracles).
Goals for the day:
I was going to watch the Buffy tape Doyce loaned us (we watched the Musical Episode yesterday afternoon, too — brilliant), but I made the mistake of turning on Kids Disney while slipping into the bathroom, and now Katherine is entranced.
Margie’s off to work in a bit, for part of the day, and then this afternoon off to Doyce’s with left-overs for the long-delayed Star Wars game.
Which reminds me — I was backed into a corner and committed to GM my long-promised, oft-delayed first game in a couple of years (since Katherine) in late January. Hrm. I suppose I should give thanks that folks are that interested. So I will.