Category Archives: Holidays

Our trash can turkey for Thanksgiving 2015

For the past few years we have been baking our Thanksgiving turkey in a trash can. Sounds weird and WTF, right? Here it is in pictures:

Basted turkey

The turkey has been basted and is ready to be baked.

The turkey has been placed in a wire contraption my husband made out of clothes hangers. This will enable the turkey to be hung on the stake.

The turkey has been placed in a wire contraption my husband made out of clothes hangers. This will enable the turkey to be hung on the stake.

The turkey is hung and being watched by our Beagle Cocoa.

The turkey is hung and being watched by our Beagle Cocoa.

Bear watching the hung turkey as my husband lays foil on the ground.

Bear watching the hung turkey as my husband lays foil on the ground.

The trash can has been placed over the turkey, charcoal is surround the can, and on top of the can.

The trash can has been placed over the turkey, charcoal is surrounding the can, and placed on top of the can.

The charcoal is raked off the top of the trash can, and surrounding area on the ground.

The charcoal is raked off the top of the trash can, and surrounding area on the ground.

The trash can has been lifted and voila we have a baked turkey.

The trash can has been lifted and voila we have a baked turkey.

The young man carefully lifts the turkey off the stake.

The young man carefully lifts the turkey off the stake.

Our trash can turkey is ready to be carved and served.

Our trash can turkey is ready to be carved and served.

The annual Christmas tree hunt – you’ve been voted off the island

For the past nine years or so we have been going to our local Christmas tree farm in order to chop down a tree to grace our living room (we are not in agreement for the actual number of times we have cut a tree down). Over the years we have had trees of various heights and widths, but this year we seemed to have outdone ourselves with the height of the tree. The blue tag on the tree told us it was over 8 feet tall. The other members of the family were not thrilled that I wanted such a large tree, well actually just my husband and son, since they were the ones left with the responsibility of cutting the tree down, carrying it to be tied up, and then paid for. I wanted such a tall tree, so hubby could cut off approximately two feet, in order for me to be creative and make a couple of wreaths for our front and side doors.

Well walking towards the area where we would eventually find a tree, there are a number of places you can take silly pictures (silly only because we are all adults).

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After the snapshot of us being snowman, middle child sent the picture to her sister, with the caption “you have been voted off the island”.  The eldest was the brunt of many jokes during our Christmas tree hunting, and was blamed for our past difficulties with picking a tree, especially since we agreed in record time this year.

There were not a lot of trees left on the farm, making it necessary for us to walk quite a long way. The main rule for choosing a tree is we all must be in agreement. Trying to have five individuals agree on the right tree is not an easy task, though this year, there were only the four of us, since the eldest moved out (she had taken her boyfriend to the same Christmas tree farm a week earlier).

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After choosing our tree, and placing it in the van (yes it did fit, though the stump was beside me in the front seat), we headed over to their Christmas store so we could each buy ourselves a gift. Hubby chose a bird for his Christmas bird collection, the young man a fire truck ornament, I, a snowman, and middle child picked a lovely plate I had been admiring. When we arrived home, she gave me the Christmas plate.

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Hubby’s new addition is the bird hanging from the Blue Jay. The Cardinal which he purchased last year, chirps when you walk by, driving all of us crazy, except of course my husband. Surprisingly the chirping doesn’t even faze the dogs.

Last is a picture of the Christmas wreath, which is a work in progress (please excuse the mess in the basement). It too may be a tad large!

 

Attempting to make a Christmas wreath.

Attempting to make a Christmas wreath.

The finished Christmas wreath.

The finished Christmas wreath on our side gate.