FIRE!!!!!

Ok, just a small one. Ok, not a fire at all just a false alarm. But it was a fire alarm. I've got my pies in the oven (I know late dinner for Rob, but still, it's my Thanksgiving adventure alone.); They started to smoke, and my fire alarms are really sensitive. You can insult them and they go off. I've now moved my one oscillating fan to the hallway. It whispers fresh air compliments and soothes the alarm's ego.

Other than that, everything seems good. I found out I'm supposed to read cooking directions before I make pies. They required "deep dish" pans. I'm a guy. What do I know about deep dish other than it's a form of pizza. There's no pumpkin in pizza, why would I know about deep dish pies? Well, apparently there is such a thing and I'm supposed to have it. I've used regular dishes—Oh yeah that's the other thing. My pie filling makes 2 pies! What am I going to do with 2 pies?--ok, I'll suffer through some how. If I have to eat the extra pie, I'll do it. That's the kind of guy I am. The other thing is I had left over filling. I've used left over crust trimmings and made 2 mini pies in a muffin tin. There was still some left over stuff; I sacrificed it to the disposal gods. Hopefully they were appeased and will keep any sewage smells from my kitchen for another year.

Oh, I have one more parent to call. When the pies are done, I need to brine my bird. I've already made the rub, so that's good to go. While the bird brines, I'll go work out.

These are my Thanksgiving alone adventures. It seems MyUnwife can take half my stuff, but she can't take my mini adventures. She's probably glad she left them. I haven't heard from her for a while. I don't plan on calling her, but I do hope she's having a good Thanksgiving. Maybe she went to see her sister.

But enough of her. Back to me, and I need to check my pies.

Stay tuned!