We kicked off the Lenten Friday Fish Fry season with dinner at Grammie’s house last night! The big dogs don’t eat a lot of “people food” so Riley and I snuck over to my parents house. Riley LOVES being the center of attention so he had a blast last night. It is so much quieter at my parents’ house and Riley and I lost track of time. I needed to put a turkey in the oven so we were all up late waiting for the popper to pop!
Bailey “helped” me with some work while the turkey roasted. She is a great proofreader! Rufus likes to go to bed promptly at 9pm, but since the turkey was not set to come out of the oven until around 11pm he had to curl up on the couch. He was passed out and even when I played with his ears he continued snoozing. Oddly enough when the timer went off he was in the kitchen ready to eat!
If you have ever wondered what it is like to get a turkey out of the oven and safely into the fridge with Rufus wonder no more! He has learned that the oven is hot and doesn’t try to touch it anymore, but you have to move fast or he will try to lick the turkey. The pan is hot. Rufus is taller than the counter and built like a linebacker. I end up using my body as a shield to protect the pan with him nudging me from behind.
While Rufus is trying to grab the turkey Riley is in the dining room stomping his feet and demanding a taste. Bailey is circling like a shark and even though I am tired I am sure they are sending each other coded head nods for an ambush. I must have said “the turkey is for tomorrow” 50 times. At that moment I realized it was a bad idea to try and cook this late at night. It was clear they were not going to bed without a fight…the turkey was not going to survive. So now it is 11:30pm and I am carving a turkey. #MomIsNotInCharge