The day before the diner my daughter was still pondering what she should serve. In jest I suggested another big Thanksgiving dinner, since turkeys would surely be on clearance now, as would the boxes of stuffing and cranberry sauce, too.
"Hmmm," my daughter pondered a moment. Then she said, "You know, another turkey dinner with all the fixings really does sound good."
So we decided on a turkey dinner - until it hit me that a turkey the size of which we'd need to feed 30 people would take a week to thaw out. Unless we could find a big fresh turkey somewhere the weekend after Thanksgiving. Frankly I didn't think our prospects would be too auspicious.
Turned out our Ralph's didn't have any fresh turkeys, but low and behold the Ralph's located in the next beach town over did: a few 20 - 25 pounders were all that were left, and they were reduced from $2.49 to $.50 a pound.
Thus we knew it was kismet that we were meant to have a turkey dinner.
Tom and I proceeded to Ralph's and procured ourselves a 24-pound turkey, the biggest, heaviest bird we'd ever dealt with,
So while Tom wrassled with the behemoth turkey I prepared my gizzards to my liking, simmered in chicken broth (from a bullion cube) and seasoned with garlic salt and onion powder.
At 4 pm the phone-bankers began arriving, and soon the house was full of people,