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I can't even bear thinking about the rest of this weekend because I have a friend coming into town and I have barely touched the piles of work I have to do for Tuesday and Wednesday, oh my god. I was so busy with class until Tuesday, then I got some work done on Wednesday, and then it was Thanksgiving, and now I'm like, "Oh, yes, unit plan and 10 page research paper and that stupid e-mail draft I keep not doing. Ahhhhh, yes."
But Thanksgiving was great. I haven't celebrated it in the United States for four years, so I forgot that Massachusetts' blue laws and the recent successful strike by Whole Foods employees meant that essentially no grocery stores were open on the day of. Poor planning on my part, but I did discover at 12:15 that Wilson Farms, out in Lexington, was open until 1PM, and I sped all the way there and ended up doing all my shopping for the meal in the 20 minutes before they closed. Thank God for Wilson Farms.
My brother did Thanksgiving with his girlfriend's family this year, and my mother is out in California because my grandmother's partner of 15 years has been in the ICU all week -- his prognosis is very slowly getting better, but right now I'm just very studiously trying Not to Think About It as long as the doctors stay optimistic -- so it was just me, my dad, and my sister, and they were out of town until 4PM, so I did all the cooking. I was afraid it would be done too early, but I managed to time everything to right as they were walking through the door, and we sat down to:
Many different kinds of cider
This baked pasta which is actually to die for
Gruyere-garlic mashed potatoes
Honey glazed carrots
An abundance of wild mushrooms
Broccoli
Rolls
All the pie which thank god we'd ordered in advance and I didn't have to make
It was the first Thanksgiving ever where I liked and was able to eat everything on the table, so there are some definite benefits to being the main chef.
And then we watched '90s comedies all afternoon and I drank too much wine and I was very grateful to have an awesome family, the end.
But Thanksgiving was great. I haven't celebrated it in the United States for four years, so I forgot that Massachusetts' blue laws and the recent successful strike by Whole Foods employees meant that essentially no grocery stores were open on the day of. Poor planning on my part, but I did discover at 12:15 that Wilson Farms, out in Lexington, was open until 1PM, and I sped all the way there and ended up doing all my shopping for the meal in the 20 minutes before they closed. Thank God for Wilson Farms.
My brother did Thanksgiving with his girlfriend's family this year, and my mother is out in California because my grandmother's partner of 15 years has been in the ICU all week -- his prognosis is very slowly getting better, but right now I'm just very studiously trying Not to Think About It as long as the doctors stay optimistic -- so it was just me, my dad, and my sister, and they were out of town until 4PM, so I did all the cooking. I was afraid it would be done too early, but I managed to time everything to right as they were walking through the door, and we sat down to:
Many different kinds of cider
This baked pasta which is actually to die for
Gruyere-garlic mashed potatoes
Honey glazed carrots
An abundance of wild mushrooms
Broccoli
Rolls
All the pie which thank god we'd ordered in advance and I didn't have to make
It was the first Thanksgiving ever where I liked and was able to eat everything on the table, so there are some definite benefits to being the main chef.
And then we watched '90s comedies all afternoon and I drank too much wine and I was very grateful to have an awesome family, the end.