enigma nocturne
Really Experienced
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(okay, mari, as you wish..)
Please note that some names have changed to protect the guilty ....
I moved to the US almost two years ago, in December of 2001. So last year was the first year that I celebrated Thanksgiving. I have two roomates, Rachel, sexy lovely Domme lady and Sean, a slightly kinky Australian guy sometimes known as my partner in crime. We have NO idea what they are talking about.
But anyway. Rachel's parents live out of state and due to her job she would not be going home for Thanksgiving. Since I am a pretty good cook I volunteered to make a turkey, even though I had not done this before. One night mid November we were all going out for coffee after a play party and we discovered that several people would be alone for the holiday and one thing led to another and all of the sudden it was about 20 of the local Perverati at our house for Thanksgiving. I was starting to be nervous. We decided that I would still make a turkey and that everyone else would bring a dish to pass. Some people wanted to get all organised and assign dish to everyone but where's the fun in that? If we ended up with one turkey and 20 pumpkin pies so much the better!
Because I was nervous about my lack of turkey baking experience, Sean suggested that I make a practice turkey. This seemed like a good idea, so the Friday before Thanksgiving I started dinner early and wrestled the practice bird out of the refridgerator. It was a bit damp and slippy from the condensation and disaster struck! I dropped it. It made a crack noise when it fell. I yelled for help.
"Sean! Come quick! I think I killed the turkey!" He comes in and says..
"Ysa, the turkey is already dead.. "
"No Sean, I think it broke when I dropped it!"
"Why did you drop it?"
At this point I threw a dish towel at him. He helped me get it into the sink and I got it all unwrapped and rinsed and put it in the baking pan. It sort of collapsed. I had broken the breast bone when it fell. It would not sit properly in the pan; the end where you fist, I mean, stuff it would not stay open. So we sat there for a few minutes and stared at it.
I got all smart and took some bamboo skewers and braced it open. I took a couple and broke them in half and stuck them inside so it was open and then used some in the corners of the pan. It sat there all precarious and a passing breeze made it collapse again. So Sean says "I have an idea.." I got scared then because some of Sean's ideas. But this one was a good one.
I carefully propped it open and then Sean took some kite string and wrapped it around the turkey so that it was holding the skewers in place. Then he took two potatoes and put them in the corners of the pan and used those to hold the props in place. Then he tied the turkey ankles to the props too. So we stuck it in the oven and baked it and it turned out all pretty and beautiful and golden brown and luscious. Rachel comes home and sees my beautiful turkey on the kitchen counter, still all tied up.. She looked at it and said..
"Ysa, it is lovely. But why did you tie it up?" So I explained it all to her. She laughed until she cried and then went and washed up for dinner. She goes and cuts off the string and says "Amateurs. You both need to practice your knots.." I explained that since I had no intention of ever tying up another turkey I was not concerned.. But Sean is a bit of switch so he practiced his knots later.
It was good turkey and it was all gone by Monday.
Thursday dawned clear and cold and I got into the kitchen all early that morning since we wanted to have dinner by about 1 pm. I hauled Sean out of bed early to help me get the turkey into the oven, because I did not wish to have another emergency. Several hours later, the house is full of about 40 Pervarati (The guest list kept growing and growing and growing.. How does it DO that?) The turkey was all pretty and golden brown and luscious looking again. I took it out of the oven and there it sat in the dining room awaiting the sacrificial moment. At this point we needed some more ice and soda so I went to to the Circle K store.. I got back about 10 minutes later and there was lots of shushing and giggling and silliness of that sort going on. I went into the dining room to carve and...
My turkey had handscuffs on his ankles and clover clamped nipple clips on his wing tips and he was tied to the table top!
When I got done laughing, we had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner and we are going to have it again at our house this year..
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Please note that some names have changed to protect the guilty ....
I moved to the US almost two years ago, in December of 2001. So last year was the first year that I celebrated Thanksgiving. I have two roomates, Rachel, sexy lovely Domme lady and Sean, a slightly kinky Australian guy sometimes known as my partner in crime. We have NO idea what they are talking about.
But anyway. Rachel's parents live out of state and due to her job she would not be going home for Thanksgiving. Since I am a pretty good cook I volunteered to make a turkey, even though I had not done this before. One night mid November we were all going out for coffee after a play party and we discovered that several people would be alone for the holiday and one thing led to another and all of the sudden it was about 20 of the local Perverati at our house for Thanksgiving.
I was starting to be nervous. We decided that I would still make a turkey and that everyone else would bring a dish to pass. Some people wanted to get all organised and assign dish to everyone but where's the fun in that? If we ended up with one turkey and 20 pumpkin pies so much the better!Because I was nervous about my lack of turkey baking experience, Sean suggested that I make a practice turkey. This seemed like a good idea, so the Friday before Thanksgiving I started dinner early and wrestled the practice bird out of the refridgerator. It was a bit damp and slippy from the condensation and disaster struck! I dropped it. It made a crack noise when it fell. I yelled for help.
"Sean! Come quick! I think I killed the turkey!" He comes in and says..
"Ysa, the turkey is already dead.. "
"No Sean, I think it broke when I dropped it!"
"Why did you drop it?"
At this point I threw a dish towel at him. He helped me get it into the sink and I got it all unwrapped and rinsed and put it in the baking pan. It sort of collapsed. I had broken the breast bone when it fell. It would not sit properly in the pan; the end where you fist, I mean, stuff it would not stay open. So we sat there for a few minutes and stared at it.
I got all smart and took some bamboo skewers and braced it open. I took a couple and broke them in half and stuck them inside so it was open and then used some in the corners of the pan. It sat there all precarious and a passing breeze made it collapse again. So Sean says "I have an idea.." I got scared then because some of Sean's ideas.
But this one was a good one.I carefully propped it open and then Sean took some kite string and wrapped it around the turkey so that it was holding the skewers in place. Then he took two potatoes and put them in the corners of the pan and used those to hold the props in place. Then he tied the turkey ankles to the props too. So we stuck it in the oven and baked it and it turned out all pretty and beautiful and golden brown and luscious. Rachel comes home and sees my beautiful turkey on the kitchen counter, still all tied up.. She looked at it and said..
"Ysa, it is lovely. But why did you tie it up?" So I explained it all to her. She laughed until she cried and then went and washed up for dinner. She goes and cuts off the string and says "Amateurs. You both need to practice your knots.." I explained that since I had no intention of ever tying up another turkey I was not concerned.. But Sean is a bit of switch so he practiced his knots later.
It was good turkey and it was all gone by Monday.
Thursday dawned clear and cold and I got into the kitchen all early that morning since we wanted to have dinner by about 1 pm. I hauled Sean out of bed early to help me get the turkey into the oven, because I did not wish to have another emergency. Several hours later, the house is full of about 40 Pervarati (The guest list kept growing and growing and growing.. How does it DO that?) The turkey was all pretty and golden brown and luscious looking again. I took it out of the oven and there it sat in the dining room awaiting the sacrificial moment. At this point we needed some more ice and soda so I went to to the Circle K store.. I got back about 10 minutes later and there was lots of shushing and giggling and silliness of that sort going on. I went into the dining room to carve and...
My turkey had handscuffs on his ankles and clover clamped nipple clips on his wing tips and he was tied to the table top!
When I got done laughing, we had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner and we are going to have it again at our house this year..
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
