Thanksgiving, and Easter a moda de Joaquim Branco

Years ago we were at Maria’s for Thanksgiving. Anyone who has experienced our family gatherings in recent years knows the chaos that ensues whenever we try to prepare a meal at holiday time. Before my mother passed away I don’t think any of us gave one thought to the meal preparation. We were only looking forward to how good it would taste once my mom had prepared EVERYTHING. Now (I speak as if I am still around for them…how I wish I was) I think we revel in being together and a tasty meal is just a bonus.

Well, that particular Thanksgiving, Joaquim, a good family friend from Portugal was visiting. Joaquim is a cook, a very good cook. So the night before Thanksgiving when he suggested we brine the turkey, we all let this Portuguese man who had never celebrated Thanksgiving, take over cooking our bird.

The first thing he did was get a cooler and placed the turkey inside. Then he covered it in milk. Yes, milk. He followed this up with some whiskey (of course, it’s Joaquim cooking) and sliced oranges. I couldn’t remember anything else. But we all went to sleep thinking we were going to die of some sort of food poisoning the next day. But let me tell you something, that turkey was delicious. Even my husband who is not a fan of turkey had three pieces of what he referred to as the moistest turkey he had ever had.

So last year when we offered to cook a turkey for an American Thanksgiving in Sydney we called Joaquim and got his brine recipe. Our turkey went over very well. We then made it again at Christmas and most recently at Easter. Since each time it was met with positive reviews, I thought I’d share it.

Joaquim’s Brine Recipe

  • 5 liters of milk
  • 1 liter of white wine
  • 250 ml of whiskey
  • water (to cover the bird)
  • 2-4 onions sliced
  • 100 g of garlic
  • lots of sliced lemon & oranges
  • 4-6 bay leaves
  • a bunch of parsley
  • salt

After placing the bird in a container big enough to hold it (you can see below what we used), add all the ingredients listed above. Since it is summer when we celebrate Thanksgiving & Christmas, we had to put the container in the fridge. However, when we were at Maria’s, we just covered the cooler and placed it outside. Luckily no bears broke into it.

In the morning we drained the bird and dried it with a paper towel and rested it in the roasting pan. I then covered the turkey in bacon. We baked it according to the suggested time at Butterball. And voila, a lovely turkey.

*Note ~ Some sites suggest that it will not work to brine a pre-frozen bird, but our was frozen and it still resulted in a very moist turkey.


‘Our’ bed

This bed has seen a lot of action this week.

It all started when Lana didn’t feel too well the Monday we were home from our Wellington trip. Fortunately it was the Queen’s Birthday so she was off from school. Monday night she had a high enough fever that we brought her into our bed so that I could keep an eye on her. Tuesday she stayed home from school and was sick enough that we allowed TV viewing and some iTouch time. Normally when the kids stay home they are allowed books and more books and sometimes ‘homework type’ activities. A wise woman named Diane C.B. once told me that you make days at home boring so they’d much prefer to go to school.

The next day she was well enough to go to school (or so we thought) and it was Nuno who started up with a nasty cough. By Wednesday I had to escort him into class letting his teacher know that if he wasn’t up to it, I’d come pick him up at school. He lasted the day and was able to go in on Thursday as well which was a relief as it was Grandparents Day. Lana, unfortunately was back at home and back in my bed.

By Friday, Nuno was home in bed with me (I was starting to feel sick again too) and we shipped Lana off to school with her friend. That lasted all of a couple of hours before we got a call to pick her up. The deputy principal walked by me as I was in the office and said they’d rather she cough all over us that them. Fair enough.

Then Friday night my son got that much worse. His cough was so bad that he was having tantrums in his sleep. It was as if he was telling his poor little body off for not allowing himself to rest. As I lie next to him it was sad but sweet to see that even in his sleep he is thoughtful enough to cover his mouth each time he coughed. He awoke with a terribly high fever at about 3am and I quickly gave him some medicine. Unable to fall asleep he begged me for more. It wasn’t until the morning that he said his ear hurt. That was it. A while later I saw that his ear was bleeding.  I wasn’t immediately alarmed as I though he may have nicked it with his nail. But on closer inspection I suspected that this was not good.

After a visit to his doctor he was diagnosed with a burst ear drum and a nasty infection in the other. Great.

We have spent the weekend in our pajamas rotting our brains with television, movies and computer time. The count now is mom is well, Nuno is in recovery but staying home one more day and Lana… It’s 8:46am. School started 45 minutes ago & she is just waking now. Hopefully she’s arising with renewed vigor.

The City to Surf ~ 2009

Yesterday my darling husband participated in the City to Surf road race. The City to Surf in the largest running event in the world with a record 75,000 runners participating this year. The race starts in the center of the city and the 14km course leads to the finish on gorgeous Bondi Beach. With such a high number of runners we debated not taking the kids into the city as it seemed to be such a mad idea. However, knowing how much the kids would enjoy cheering their dad on and banking on the fact that things in Sydney  are usually well organized, we went for it. Well, our faith in Sydney being a  well run city was very much justified.

We all hopped on a bus in the morning and went down to the “back of the pack” starting area. That is no joke. That is the fourth and last block where non-elite and later entrants wait to start. This group is warned that it can take over 30 minutes before they cross the starting line. Every runner has a chip attached to their shoe that is activated upon crossing the starting line so you get two times: the official race time and your own actual race time.

After leaving the starting area, the kids and I headed to Bondi. The bus left right from Hyde Park which could not have been easier. We walked down to the beach and got mum (mommy ) a cuppa (coffee) & kids a bickie (aka cookie). Then we found a place right up against the barrier. It wasn’t the finish line, but it was close enough. We had a bit of time so I got right into it. Cheering on runners is something I always do because I know how it always helps me to push myself when people cheer me on during races. Well Lana realized that I was one of only three people cheering EVERYBODY on. I reminded her why I do it and that p.s. I am an American, so people count on me to be obnoxious. She preferred the idea of holding the awesome sign she made on her own, but Nuno got right into it.

 

While we waited we saw heaps of people running for charities, some parents pushing prams, a few wheelchair entrants, some great costumes and even some kids running. My favorite was the parent runniing holding their child’s hand (there were two we saw). Yes, we cheered them all on!

The kids were all the while helping me to spot dadddy. Amazingly we did it!

He looked great! And the kids and I were so proud.

It didn’t take him long to finish, collect his medal and meet us at our designated meeting spot. After hanging out for a short while enjoying the view we hopped on a free bus back into town and then another back home. I tell you this only because it was so easy to go into Sydney to be a part of such a HUGE event and the city deserves credit for doing such a fantastic job!

Papi, we were so glad to be a part of your day!

For more pictures click here.

LBI ~ 2009

The other night after a great day of beach, fresh bread, kayaking, belly laughing, UNO and so much more, I was thinking how awesome my older nieces and nephews are. I know the original Mana Lana & Bonnit are not here, but you are include in this comment. It is so lovely to see what great people they have grown up to be. They are all so funny, smart and have such gentle souls. Not only were they SO good with the little ones, but they are also so gorgeous to their vovo.  And when you’re having a difficult time getting back on your kayak they come to your rescue. Not to mention they kick a#$ at beer pong.

The main reason we came back during the American summer rather than Christmas time was to go on our somewhat annual family holiday. One of my favorite things to do (& Fabiana’s too) is take photos. Not only do we always end up with some classic shots, but looking back on the photos we can see how the kids have grown up. With all of us spread all over the world it is a very special time for us to reconnect. Having these photos will bring us all a bit closer when while we wait for next year. Enjoy them here.

4th of July

Part of the reason I extented our holiday to include another week was so that we could be here to celebrate the 4th of July. It’s certainly a nice way to embrace being American. I also thought the kids would love to see some fireworks. Having arrived yesterday the thought of dealing with the crowds at the mall was too much to even consider.  But when we heard them start last night I threw the kids in the car & we found a spot right near Vôvô’s house to view them. It really is magical…

Well, after waking up with my two jet-lagged kids (Nuno was up at 1am & Lana at 3am) we hung around waiting for everyone to get up and get the day going. 

Arriving at Ti Ze’s house, it was as if we never left. The kids were completely at home.  Soon after we arrived, Auntie Maria & Uncle Rob showed up with the two newest members of the family, Bonnie & Clyde.

The weather was perfect and the kids played in the pool for hours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But then my kids started to hit the wall of exhaustion. Nuno came over to me and I kid you not, no sooner was he in my arms then he was asleep. Not surprisingly, my brother ended up using my son as an excuse to take a nap.

 

 

Lana was next. I tried to get her to come back to Vôvô’s with me. But even though she was going to pass out, she insisted she wanted to be with the ‘family’. So there she stayed.