I remember it like it was yesterday. Thanksgiving. It was a good one. Other than one broken glass, and a turkey that peaked before it’s time, it was a great day.
I was not surprised at how it turned out, because hey, we are the coolest kids on the block and we get along like peas in a pod. The food was of course spectacular, because,…….. well, because I cooked it. The turkey did get done a little bit too early, but it was still a pretty yummy bird, who is now just a skeleton with one leg. One leg that will be going home with my youngest son today in a giant bag of leftovers.
Even my arch nemesis-gravy-turned out well. But only because I cheated. FYI- I got me a Target brand turkey, for a meager 79 cents a pound, and I must say, the gravy packet included was the best packet of cheater gravy I have ever added water to as a Thanksgiving Diva. That’s right folks, you heard it here. I can whip up Julia Child‘s fabulous Spinach and Ham Tart, but I can not make gravy.
The major food disappointment was that much touted booze soaked cake I’ve been bragging about all week. It wasn’t exactly a fail, but it was less than I had hoped. Youngest son always expects a pumpkin case for Thanksgiving, and I didn’t make one. He told me that there better be one here when he comes for Christmas, and it’s my one and only chance to redeem myself.
There was much eating, followed by much groaning and many hours of lighthearted teasing. How much fun it was to have all three kids together in the same room. That doesn’t happen very often anymore, as they are all off doing the important business of being young adults.
There were no drunken brawls, and the adult beverages I purchased for the occasion went for the most part untouched. In fact the only one who put their snout in the booze was me. After 8 Tylenol, the back pain was winning, so I had a few glasses of wine. Consequently, I’ll be the only one with a slight hangover today.
After much weighty discussion, and finding a great price on line at Best Buy, we decided that yes, Virginia, we do want an X-Box. Sadly, when I put it in my shopping cart, of course they were out of stock. So today, the quest for the black box of joy at the magic number continues.
When the kids left and we went up to bed, we watched the second hour of Gone With The Wind. We started watching Wednesday, and I fear that I won’t hear Rhett give Scarlett the world’s most famous kiss-off until tomorrow. I have gotten much too old to stay up late and watch the whole thing in one viewing.
It’s funny, but a part of me is DYING to go shopping today. I have no idea why. I asked the kids yesterday what they wanted for Christmas, and none of them could think of a thing. I would be throwing myself into the arena with no agenda, no clear plan, and no concrete goals. That would make me an easy kill for the more competitive and focused shoppers. So why am I hankering to get involved in the violence and the stampeding? Maybe I’m just being swept up by the Christmas Spirit!
While writing this, I just heard on CNN that a man was removed from the festivities for threatening to stab people in line waiting for a K Mart to open in Sacramento, California. Sigh. Warms the heart to know the Holiday season has officially begun. ….Kay……….Off to find that X-box.
- Using Science For Optimal Gravy Coverage (gizmodo.com)
- Gravy Is Great. So Why Does Every Ad Make It Look Gross? (adweek.com)
- A Thanksgiving Treat (andyswordsandpictures.wordpress.com)