Roasting the turkey was successful, though it did resist dismembering at certain points (I must get a boning knife, that's just all.) The gravy and the turkey, carefully and attractively arranged in a foil pan by light and dark meat, are now in the fridge waiting for tomorrow. Tomorrow I must make a big batch of mashed potatoes, which Bear is going to peel for me, and then we will have our contribution all together. Happy.
I cooked a frozen lasagna of mine for dinner, as I knew I couldn't eat anything like turkey. It's an odd quirk of mine. If I stand over the stove for hours smelling it, I then can't eat it.
