Thanksgiving is right around the corner.
Oh my, what am I saying?
Thanksgiving is not around the corner…
it's at my house, so I better get my rear in gear...
which means shopping with all the other rears running around Stop and Shop.
For some reason I end up grocery shopping
during high traffic times
when every Uncle Tom, Cousin Dick and Aunt Harriet are bumping carts into each other.
(excuse me, so sorry, pardon me,
GET OUT OF MY WAY)
I enjoy hosting Thanksgiving dinner.
Nothing says "love" like a heaping plate full of
turkey, stuffing and fix-ins.
And nothing says "Stuffed" like a
few trips around the buffet.
With the Thanksgiving dinner
there are no surprises…
unless when you check your 22 pound turkey and find out
your oven stopped working half way through (surprise)
and you have to call your neighbor (surprise)
to use their oven.
(thank you, PattyO)
I find it nice that the meal is the same every year…
folks really don't want you to cook
outside the recipe box.
They are not looking for fancy chef pants
foie gras recipes..just their favorites.
This year I was thinking of adding carrots to the menu…
(I'm going for "Wife of the Year" award. I hope he nominates me.)
I've never been a big fan of cooked carrots
even though I know they are good for my eyesight.
I just don't see why PaulA likes them…
but now I'm figuring out I need to start eating them,
that way I'll be able to clearly see
why he likes them so much.
I actually found a recipe
that has carrots cooked in a whiskey glaze.
Lordy, who thinks to add Jack Daniels to food?
I'm guessing either a pure genius, booze hound, or redneck.
Whiskey sounds like a miracle ingredient…
I have no trouble seeing that.
The recipe calls for a 1/2 cup of Jack.
Not sure what that equals in shots…you do the math,
but it could be dangerous.
I might have to insist that those eating the carrots
be over 18.
may I see your I.D. pleeease
Last thing I need is for my youngest niece,
Olivia's clear eyes to glaze over
and have her head fall into her mashed potatoes
after eating my whiskey carrots.
Chelsea, Colin and Brianna
may have graduated from college,
but they aren't ready to graduate from the Kid's table.
Actually all the "kids" have a self-imposed banishment
from the adult table.
whaaat, are we that boring?
Our 3 are on the older end of the cousin train,
but they are all aboard that train when it comes to riding with their cousins.
Back in the day, during our First Thanksgiving…
not the pilgrims and indians
(but the family elders and little indians)…
we made the adult/kid table split.
it was all a matter of numbers.
We couldn't get 22
people around our dining room table.
Hence, the creation of the Kid's table.
Seeing we are all about tradition…
we don't plan on messing with the kid's table,
except maybe to call it the "cousin's table."
In case you are wondering...
I'm still sitting at the "adult table."
Although, if I eat too many whiskey glazed carrots…
I could get a little randy...
I might be asked to leave.
Gotta get my rear in first gear.
Now that I remembered Thanksgiving is at my house
and not around the corner…
I better get busy.