Siply Food: Turkey Rollups
This was an epic Thanksgiving at the Monro household. The festivities began on the Monday prior when my cousin, Alex, arrived. We cooked carne asada and Hatch green chili with Spanish rice and guacamole. We stayed up until the wee hours of the night talking and laughing. The following night, my mom and Doug came into town. We all went to eat sushi. I swear, if you saw how my kids behave each time a platter of sushi was delivered to the table, you’d be certain they were starving. It was really embarrassing. They swung their arms flailing chopsticks right in front of their grandma, almost poking an eye out to make sure they got a good piece of sashimi.
Wednesday night, my cousin and his girlfriend arrived from Colorado. We took them to my favorite local restaurant. I ate potato leek soup that I am sure was not low fat but it was so good that I didn’t care. I’m still dreaming about it. Early Thursday afternoon my aunt and uncle made it in from Arizona.
I invited 30 people over to our house for Thanksgiving. You may be thinking, how was I having so much fun leading up to the actual event? Why wasn’t I slaving over the stove? The answer is my mom and my friends. I have amazing people in my life. My mom arrived with the cranberry sauce and stuffing already made. She prepared the hams and the turkeys the morning of Thanksgiving. Yes, plural. All of my friends brought dishes: green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, dinner rolls, appetizers, salads, and desserts. By the time everyone arrived at five on Thanksgiving evening, you wouldn’t have believed how much food we had on the counter. It was ridiculous. We could have fed a small village. Everyone brought more than they said they would bring. I had to stop putting out the appetizers because it was just too much food.
We received a call earlier that day. Claud’s boss said that “Piff The Magic Dragon” just came into town. Piff is from London. He is a dragon suit-wearing magician and comedian. Look up some of his you tube videos. He is hilarious. He has a contract to do a show at the Cosmopolitan for a year. He doesn’t know anybody in Las Vegas. Obviously, we said to give him our number and to have him come and join our shindig. I hoped he’d show up in his dragon outfit and perform some tricks. That didn’t happen. He arrived carrying his adorable dog, Mr. Piffles, who also stars in the show. He wasn’t in costume and he introduced himself as John. Huh? Oh well. I guess we will have to go to his show to see him in costume. He was so sweet and shy. It’s amazing how some performers are really shy when they are not on stage. I sat and talked with him for a long time. We know a few of the same people in London. I am sure we will remain friends and we already have plans to go out for a drink next week.
By the time our lavish dinner was finished, my cousin began the karaoke portion of the night. I thought it would take a while for people to warm up to the idea. No way. Guests who I never thought would get up there, like my uncle Paul, got up and belted out tunes. He sang an amazing rendition of “New York, New York,” which I caught on video. A few people left shortly after dinner. However, many stayed and the last guest (other than those who spent the night) left at three in the morning. I was in bed at 2:30 a.m. For those who know me, that is pretty darn good. I usually sneak away well before that time rolls around.
Early the next morning, around eleven, I heard dishes clanging. I knew I had to get out there to help with must have been a huge mess. I asked my mom if Thanksgiving threw up in here. We laughed. My mom, my dad, my step dad and a few friends, who couldn’t drive home the night before, were all hard at work getting my house back to normal. We had the place sparkling again in no time. I was impressed.
All of our guests were gone by Sunday. It was a long week. I wouldn’t trade it in for the world. Luckily, Sunday night, we were invited to have dinner at a friend’s house. I looked in the refrigerator to see what I could throw together. I had a lot of turkey left. I decided to make turkey roll ups. They were really easy to make and I thought it was a nice way to create something tasty out of turkey leftovers. I combined turkey with garlic and onions and rolled them up into a puff pastry with mozzarella cheese. I hoped people wouldn’t be too sick of turkey to try these. It turned out that this different approach to the turkey kept people interested. The roll ups were eaten in no time. Whew!