from the mouths of babes
"I'm thankful for because I love people"
Tonight I hosted thanksgiving dinner for the first time. I didn't burn anything. I didn't drop anything. I made sour cream and chive mashed potatoes with ritz cracker topping, herbed green bean casserole, gravy, and turkey. Plus I roasted carrots, onions, and celery under the turkey. Oh and indy and I made pumpkin cupcakes too.
After it was all over I called my mom to tell her how it went and she asked me if I was exhausted. And truthfully I wasn't. A better description would be I was coming down off of being crazy anxious. So it was like a little anxiety high, much like a caffeine high. And it is finally wearing off. My shoulders are less tense, I'm not running around like a crazy person, I don't feel overwhelmed.
I'm happy it all went so well. But it just means it's time to get ready for the next thing. Tomorrow I have to make some kind of soup or chili for an after thanksgiving party tomorrow night. Then I have to plan our annual christmas party food, and then I have to spend a week making said food. Not to mention cleaning again, and getting a tree, and decorating for christmas. Oh and finally clean up our guest bedroom. All this before December 11th 7pm.
And then it's onto the next thing, and the thing after that, and throw in finishing christmas shopping. And that's it I think. So no more relaxing until after christmas. Maybe then I can relax.
And tonight my mom was so focused on who was going to carve the turkey. Was Scott going to carve it at the table or was I going to carve it in the kitchen. Because as she put it, "A women can't carve the turkey at the table." And while I don't agree with her, I do understand what she was getting at. And she went on about the lost art of carving a turkey and that's why people do it in the kitchen now. She explained to me how I set the traditions we are going to have, that these are important decisions to make.
But that's what she wanted to know, who carved the turkey. Not did it taste good, or did I overcook it. Just who carved it, which was the last thing on my mind. I mean ultimately I'd like it to be carved at the table, by someone. But I hadn't given it any thought until the turkey was done early, and our dinner guests weren't going to be able to make it for another hour. And my cookbook said not to let the turkey sit for more than 45 minutes without carving it. So we carved it. We. I looked at scott and said, "I don't know how to carve a turkey" and he looked at me and said, "Neither do I." So he grabbed a knife and started cutting. And then I stole the knife from him and took a whack at it. It was not what I'd call world class carving, but it wasn't a disaster either.
So we make our own traditions. We watch the Thanksgiving Day parade and the dog show. I remain in a state of high anxiety all day. Scott calms me down and keeps the boy entertained. And then we massacre the turkey together.
Tonight I hosted thanksgiving dinner for the first time. I didn't burn anything. I didn't drop anything. I made sour cream and chive mashed potatoes with ritz cracker topping, herbed green bean casserole, gravy, and turkey. Plus I roasted carrots, onions, and celery under the turkey. Oh and indy and I made pumpkin cupcakes too.
After it was all over I called my mom to tell her how it went and she asked me if I was exhausted. And truthfully I wasn't. A better description would be I was coming down off of being crazy anxious. So it was like a little anxiety high, much like a caffeine high. And it is finally wearing off. My shoulders are less tense, I'm not running around like a crazy person, I don't feel overwhelmed.
I'm happy it all went so well. But it just means it's time to get ready for the next thing. Tomorrow I have to make some kind of soup or chili for an after thanksgiving party tomorrow night. Then I have to plan our annual christmas party food, and then I have to spend a week making said food. Not to mention cleaning again, and getting a tree, and decorating for christmas. Oh and finally clean up our guest bedroom. All this before December 11th 7pm.
And then it's onto the next thing, and the thing after that, and throw in finishing christmas shopping. And that's it I think. So no more relaxing until after christmas. Maybe then I can relax.
And tonight my mom was so focused on who was going to carve the turkey. Was Scott going to carve it at the table or was I going to carve it in the kitchen. Because as she put it, "A women can't carve the turkey at the table." And while I don't agree with her, I do understand what she was getting at. And she went on about the lost art of carving a turkey and that's why people do it in the kitchen now. She explained to me how I set the traditions we are going to have, that these are important decisions to make.
But that's what she wanted to know, who carved the turkey. Not did it taste good, or did I overcook it. Just who carved it, which was the last thing on my mind. I mean ultimately I'd like it to be carved at the table, by someone. But I hadn't given it any thought until the turkey was done early, and our dinner guests weren't going to be able to make it for another hour. And my cookbook said not to let the turkey sit for more than 45 minutes without carving it. So we carved it. We. I looked at scott and said, "I don't know how to carve a turkey" and he looked at me and said, "Neither do I." So he grabbed a knife and started cutting. And then I stole the knife from him and took a whack at it. It was not what I'd call world class carving, but it wasn't a disaster either.
So we make our own traditions. We watch the Thanksgiving Day parade and the dog show. I remain in a state of high anxiety all day. Scott calms me down and keeps the boy entertained. And then we massacre the turkey together.