Goose Day

Today’s the day I get the Goose. That was what popped into my head this morning, first thing. My son, the connoisseur, requested Goose for Thanksgiving this year after confessing that he doesn’t like Turkey.

I was very pleased that he’d remembered he doesn’t like Turkey, as it always seems to come up after I make the big bird and then he remembers and says, “Eh, I don’t really like Turkey.”

So we’re getting Goose. And Turkey. I ordered a Deistel from our food coop a month ago. That was easy, I do it every year.

But where to get the Goose? Living in Seattle, I had plenty of options right outside, if only I could build a snare or convince my hunter friend to intervene, but I think there’s probably a difference between Goose and Wild Goose. So I started asking around.

It took about two weeks of constantly remembering to bring it up before I wandered into the University Seafood and Poultry looking for some sole. As I was waiting for the fish to be wrapped, I noted the large display of eggs – all kinds of eggs. I was on my way out the door when the voice inside my head yelled – Goose!

“Will you have Goose for Thanksgiving, by any chance?” I asked.

“Of course,” said the guy behind the counter. I don’t know if you shop at University Seafood, but have you noticed how the guys all got attitude? I guess I can’t blame them – they got Goose!

So I ordered a small bird, learned that it would be frozen (how choosy could I be, after all) and today’s the day I pick it up. My perfect plan is to defrost until Sunday, then do that parboiling thing I’ve seen recommended, and then get ready to bake. Of course, I’m going to ask the guy at University Seafood. “Of course he’ll know exactly what I should do!”