On Tuesday night The Scientist and I broke in our wonderful new dining table by having a couple people over, including The Scientist's sister, Ali and our friend Eric.
Ok, seriously? If you live in a small apartment, this table kicks the asses of all other "small space dining" products. Look at that thing! It folds into a teeny, tiny block of wood and opens up to a table that can prolly seat up to 8 people. Plus drawers! More places to put things! And it will greatly reduce the number of occurrences when I find remnants of last Tuesday's dinner under my couch cushion.
Sorry, I'm getting off topic. So, The Scientist decided that he wanted to cook a turkey on Tuesday. I know, random. We've had a turkey in our freezer since before Christmas, but he decided that this was the week. Our guests arrived, and as usual my little whore of a kitty decides that she does NOT want to have guests over, thankyouverymuch, and proceeds to scratch the shit out of Eric. So I go over to smack her upside the head for being such a pussy (pun intended) and she scratches the shit out of my middle and ring finger. Like, scratches the SHIT out of it, tip to 2nd knuckle on both fingers, and I'm 2 glasses of wine in at this point, so you know, my blood is thin and it's dripping everywhere. I'm not squeamish when it comes to blood. I AM, however, squeamish when it comes to Cat scratch fever so there I am with a huge paper towel wrapped around my finger, holding my hands over my head to stop the blood flow, freaking out that I have the fever, it'll become gangrenous in a matter of seconds, and they'll have to amputate.
Then Ali chimes in that I'm probably going to contract HIV, and of course The Scientist gets all sciency (totally a word) and says it's FIV, not HIV because obviously you can't get HUMAN immunodeficiency virus from a CAT and I'm all Um...I can't get HUMAN immunodeficiency virus from a CAT but I can get SWINE flu from a HUMAN? And he goes into this long explanation about Zoonotic diseases and how they transfer and I'm still freaking out and BLEEDING out so can you please shut up, and I still have to somehow make a spinach salad with one hand and hopefully no one minds a little blood with their balsamic and oh my god is the turkey done yet I'M STARVING!
Anyway, dinner was a success despite our injuries, The Scientist's first attempt at cooking a whole turkey was flawless, much wine was consumed (what else is new), and many laughs were shared throughout the evening. And with the turkey carcass, I made a giant pot of turkey stock that took 2 days to make and used some of the stock to make homemade turkey soup last night (which I regrettably left at home this morning as I rushed out the door so I had to buy lunch today. Boo).
I hope The Scientist doesn't mind eating homemade soup for the next 2 weeks.