As many of you know I love to cook. I especially love to cook because it means that I get to eat, and I really love to eat. My love of cooking came about mostly in college. My second year I lived in Heritage and we had a kitchen and had to prepare all of our own meals, and I learned that you can't live off of ramen forever. However, I'm sure my roommates got tired of the smell of kielbasa with potatoes and eggs, because I did live off of that.
In 2000 I had some wonderful roommates and we decided to have a Thanksgiving dinner together. I had helped my mom in the past but had never done the whole thing, and neither had any of my roommates. As I was the one with the most experience I was designated as the cook. I tried to involve each of my roommates but several had a severe aversion to touching raw meat. Another funny thing is that none of them liked the idea of eating gravy made from giblets, but once they tasted it they loved it.
That turkey was the first one that I ever did, and it has since become a tradition. I have made a complete turkey dinner every year for the past eight years and I look forward to many more.
I don't have a picture with my first roommates and the turkey but this is the one I made my second year.