Long story for a short answer:
We moved into our beach house on the day before Thanksgiving 2002 because that was the first day after its completion that I didn't have to work. I was determined to serve a formal Thanksgiving dinner the next day. I cooked everything that was freezable the weekend before, and I bought all of the groceries we'd need for Thanksgiving since I assumed Winn-Dixie would be closed (this was pre-Publix). A whole turkey would have taken up too much room in the cooler, and we never eat the dark meat anyhow, so I bought a turkey breast. Yes, it doesn't have the visual appeal of the whole bird, but why throw out the dark meat when we don't eat it, and why deal with the gross-looking carcass?
BTW thanks to Beach Jacket's design skills, we had the kitchen stuff fully unpacked, as well as the house presentable for guests by Thanksgiving Eve. Needless to say, we worked our booties off. It looked beautiful.
We've had Thanksgiving at the beach and turkey breast ever since. This year we'll be in Georgia for Thanksgiving because Beach Jacket and bf and bf's family decided to go see The Who on Thanksgiving Eve. GRRRR! BJ and her bf are late sleepers -- there's no way they'll get up early enough after a concert to make it to the beach at a civilized time (not to mention that I'd miss cooking with her
).
So I'm cooking a Butterball turkey breast again, but in Georgia. My only regret is that we can't make jokes about what the neck looks like :funn: (as my Mother always did every year if you happened to read my Thanksgiving recipes).
