Tupheaquoi?

As an anticipatory post to our massive update, I'd like to discuss Thanksgiving.
Micaela went to Florida leaving me alone. After I wiped my tears, and Carol King's Tapestry soothed my loneliness into a state of feminism empowerment, I hopped on my bike and headed south as well, but to Fort Greene, Brooklyn. So, those tears never came, and Carol King was not there for me when i needed her, and really, who needs feminism ideals crooning you to sleep? (I secretly would love that everyday!) Thanksgiving was a preemptive experience planned a week in advance. Two friends and myself concocted a feast of monumental proportions, we took on the task of making a Turducken. For those of you unfamiliar, this is bird of all birds this is the infamous Turkey stuffed with a Duck stuffed with a Chicken. We changed ours, or rather 'kicked it up a notch' and supplanted a Pheasant for the Duck (the middle bird) and a Quail for the Cornish Game Hen as the innermost bird. Naturally, a Turkey had to be used for the largest bird. These once feathered friends assembled inside one another saw the birth of Sebastian (Seb for short) our delicious Tu-phea-quoi.
One massive day of de-boning, which was the most amazing experience(I plan on only de-boning all my meats henceforth in this fashion) and a day of gluttony complete with every side dish you would possibly imagine was present.
the images do a good job in describing the feast. Oh we wore costumes as well.

Scott