Turkeys, that is.
I grew up just outside of New York City, so I remember well what late November can be like in that part of the country (and in many other parts, for that matter.) Cold. Foliage is well past, so everything is kind of gray. Maybe a cold sheet of rain falling, or a slushy wet snow (not the pretty, fluffy kind).
So what did we do all day? Smoked and fried, of course! We have a long tradition of deep frying turkeys for Thanksgiving.
The best part: at least at our house, this has always been a testosterone-driven event. No girls allowed.
People come over throughout the day to cook their turkeys to take home for their own meals. So my husband heats up the oil early. He sends out emails the day before assigning people their cooking times.
My father was first at about 11 a.m. He came back later to eat dinner with us (he lives nearby) but he likes to have his own turkey for later.
As you can see, it is the perfect Male Bonding scene. Adult beverages would not seem out of place here. But that's boiling oil, people. So they will have to wait until later.
Best turkey ever.
We also tried, for the first time, a smoked turkey. Also excellent. Both of these cooking methods insure a moist bird, both at the main meal and as leftovers. Hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!