Inflated Turducken

Remember the commercials "Charlie Murphy's got Johnsonville Brats!"? The lone man grilling meat on the barbecue is soon joined with his friends and neighbors. Turns out, my excitement has reached out to our friends and neighbors. Tomorrow's event has turned into quite the event. After the initial "Oh sh&*, where is everyone going to sit, will there be enough to go around?" I've come to terms with how many people we've spread joy to through Turducken and I say "The more the merrier"
And for the off-chance, dare I say it, the Turducken is afowl we'll have enough booze to erase the whole thing from our minds.

Butcher block

My dear Mom has always been of the belief that knives are never for gift-giving and I'm fairly certain that others are of a similar mindset, or at least generation. But as my sister discovered with her wedding gift registry, sometimes a knife is all you need. For Henry and I, with the exception of one paring knife, the knives that inhabit our residence are anything but sharp. And oddly enough, we also have a pair of durable kitchen scissors my Mom gave us last Christmas, they're probably the sharpest. This is a problem. Cutting meat alone is a grand task for any knife. For Turducken, something homemade and possibly delicate the sharpest knife in the drawer will be required. As to not disturb the precisely placed alternating layers of poultry and stuffing this knife must be able to slice with the greatest of ease. So here I go, another step on the journey to Turducken, in search of a knife sharpener.

Bone those birds, bone them.

Needless to say my excitement is building. One may wonder how much more excited I could get about three birds I've been waiting to eat for a year? Much, much more. Some would appropriate Tourettes syndrome to my sudden bursts of ornithological joy and anticipation. Chanting the names. Turkey! And Duck! And Chicken! Our cats just don't understand.
In a fit of obsession I called to check on the order I put in with QFC. Yup, they'll be ready on the 17th. Oh boy! I can't wait! Turducken!