Tonight, favorite sister and her husband are coming over for a (real) Thanksgiving dinner. This is because our auntie decided that this year, we should try for a little more gourmet effort in our foodstuffs. She's hosting, and that means she gets to choose the menu. I have got to get this house put together before next year. Seriously.
Normally, our menu includes a turkey, sage dressing, a wonderful broccoli/cheese/rice dish, mashed potatoes with so much butter, they're yellow, a squash casserole that immediately clogs the arteries but tastes like love, sweet potatoes with pecans and brown sugar on top, and then something like nine pies of various caloric ridiculousness. This is how we roll. This is how it's done. This is what we love.
Unfortunately, that won't be the case this year. This year, we have a turkey, natch, and then a sweet potato, russet potato, squash conglomerate that involves curry powder, a salad with goat cheese and gorgonzola cheese, fig jam tartlets or some such (these actually sound okay) steamed rosemary green beans and roasted carrots and parsnips. Also bread.
Gorgonzola? Really?
My family understands orange cheese.
Velveeta.
Cheddar.
Mac and.
Gorgonzola does not compute.
Anyway, today I'm smoking a small turkey, making yellow mashed potatoes and sage dressing, the squash casserole is half done and I have the goods to put together the sweet potatoes according to my mother's-mother's-mother's recipe. (it may go further back, but that's all the provenance I have for this particular gem)
Also, LovelyGirl's boyfriend may join us. LG was nine kinds of thrilled about being able to invite him and did so without really thinking of the consequences of having him around her aunt and uncle who, I kid you not, will eat this kid alive. OldMan and I are protective, they're fierce. And hilarious. And don't give two shits.
At.
All.
She got a little antsy when she figured that out. I think she's hoping he won't be able to make it.
Also today, I have to take LG's car to the shop to get the estimate done on what it will take to get it back together again after her bump on Sunday. Then, she's going to volunteer at the homeless shelter with some of the kids from National Honor Society (that's right, bitches, my kid is SUH-MART!)
Tomorrow, I'll spend all day cleaning and fixing and laundering everything in the house because
Friday: the in-laws are coming to spend the weekend.
They'll get here on Friday, and I'll make lunch and dinner and breakfast on Saturday, on top of putting together the sides for the gourmet grossout at aunties.
Saturday, we'll all get up, eat, and then I'll cook until 2. We'll drive out to MY family's pseudo-Thanksgiving, stay as short a time as we think is okay and then escape back to our casa. Hopefully, the in-laws will leave shortly thereafter and I can sleep a little bit.
Sunday, I plan on putting up my goddamn Christmas tree.
And then watching Christmas movies.
Possibly drinking.
Monday, I have to drive a couple of hours to go pick up a parrot.
Yeah.
A new addition from an elderly couple. I should be able to put pictures up next week and show you the bloody scars from bites and scratches. We'll see.
Anyway, I'm swamped. I love you people, but I have got more to do in the next few days than I can really think about without losing what's left of my shiny marbles.
I want you to know, that if we have to do the stupid "what I'm thankful for" round at any point this weekend, I'll be thankful for all of you, but I'll say "I'm thankful I don't have to wear a bra every day."
And it will be truth.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
You. And you. And that one over there.
And no bra.
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