Roast Turkey Number-I-Forgot-How-Many!

A wonderful convenience that the beer companies continued delivery over the festive season. We ordered crates of happy awesome beer or easy fruity wines by way of gifts to the hosts of each party we crashed. Often, we skipped the whisky if we know the hosts share our inclination. It means there'll be plenty of different flavors to taste!

At the friends', we were most thrilled to be able to help out in the kitchen. I went a-stirring the sauce for the lamb to reduce it, and the man went to stab some pieces of meat. There were other giant slabs of succulent lamb and meatloaf for the hosts to tackle and eventually place on the dining table for the hungry humans.

The host was a little upset that her turkey was a tad salty. Nobody minded that really. It simply meant that no additional sauces or whatever was necessary. It also meant that it went well with the other food items which weren't at all salty. The man said this was probably the best turkey of the season. Prepped over 3 days and sufficiently soaked in brine before roasting, the host put in major efforts to make sure this turkey stayed moist. We made fava bean dip really quickly to contribute and bought tortilla and pita chips for it. There was plenty of good cheese and fruit.

The table resolutely ignored the cats that were lurking around looking cute and hungry. None of us fell into the trap of feeding them. Ha. Taboo was played in the most impossible way tonight. It wasn't about winning. It was about scoring the lowest points in the middle of all that 'disruptive' shouting at the players-partners. The hosts had the newest version of the game which included some really Singaporean terms that I didn't really know how to express! Mad fun and laughter.