Thanks to the food network, being a testosterone driven male who has a passion for cooking no longer classifies you as a "Nancy."  I'm sure if you approached Bobby Flay, Tyler Florence or even Emeril with that comment, they'd cook your goose.

Following the conclusion of activities here at the radio ranch, my sous chef, Murphy A. Dogg and I will begin the process of assembling the annual feast which will then be packed, iced down and transported to my parents house where we will enjoy the holiday tomorrow. Murphy is actually a bigger help in the kitchen than you might think.  His job is to make sure the floor is kept clean by eating anything dropped on the floor (if you have a similar deal with your dog, please be extra careful not to drop any garlic on the floor as it is extremely bad for dogs).

The menu includes a brined, roast, turkey breast, sweet potato casserole, scalloped corn, two types of stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce and three appetizers.  Everything except the desserts (I'm a lot of things but a baker isn't one of them) will be made from scratch.  To me, Thanksgiving day is the Super Bowl of cooking. 

By prepping and cooking most of it this afternoon and evening, I might actually get to see some football this year.  At our house, you can see the TV from the kitchen, but my mom and dad have an older house that doesn't have the open architecture that we have in ours.  It's okay though as the Lions and Titans is not on anyone's radar this year.  In fact, that game will most likely be over before the turkey is even served for the early meals.

We'll be away, over a hot stove the next day and a half and probably out of pocket with the Internet.  So, unless the White Sox acquire Carl Crawford or the Bears announce that they are changing their defense from the Tampa 2 to the 46, you probably won't hear much from me.

Have a happy and safe Thanksgiving and may your turkey stay moist!