As expected, our Thanksgiving ran pretty much as true to form. You all thought I was kidding about the turkey and I now have the pictures to prove it.
Whole turkey cooked.
Close up of the cooked breast.
Sliced turkey, quite dry but somehow it was head and shoulders better than turkeys from the previous years.
Kabobs ready to go on the fire.
In the process of cooking.
Kabobs from my plate. Ground lamb, absolutely delicious, in the middle and Chicken on either side. Hamid explained the theory of cooking meat in Persia and the custom of overcooking is a cultural thing that predates the Islamic religion. Originally the Persians were vegetarians and when it became necessary to add meat to their diet there was always a danger of contamination so that they felt that the only proper way to cook meat was in the fire and to be sure that it was overcooked to prevent the diseases of that time. The process goes back 3,000 years.
And as expected, Teresa's ham was delicious. The spaghetti salad brought by another guest.. not so much.
Hamid's wonderful chicken Olivier salad that is served every year.
Roasted potatoes.
And they were probably five or six other dishes that I didn't get a picture of.
My first plate. Dressing and gravy at 1:00, turkey at 5:00, butternut squash at 7:00, ham at 10:00, potato at 11:00, and I haven't the foggiest notion what the dish was that is at 12:00 but it was delicious. Some sort of beef, I think.
Two of the tables for the appetizers and I didn't get a picture of the desserts nor was I in any condition to eat any of them.
Two of the smaller guests at the party. The Doberman is an absolute sweetheart and the cat is an attack cat. I have the scars to prove it. She hates everybody.
The guests were all terrific company. We had people from Venezuela, Columbia, Costa Rica, and Japan. And that was just one family. There were also people from Iran, Turkey, Canada, Argentina, and the United States. It was a wonderful Thanksgiving.
