Turkey Day Recap
So….. right. I understand you all are waiting to hear how the great turkey day went down. Well… it went down quietly.
I hauled half of my kitchen to my mother’s place as hers is mostly empty. In addition I also hauled the booze, the potato dishes which were all made in advance, and LC’s homemade pumpkin pie. It took two trips, and LC lugged all of the heavy stuff quietly without a single complaint.
My mother’s place was hotter than the seventh circle of Hades. Seriously, I was pretty sure that’s how I was going to die… cooking in that godforsaken oven of a kitchen. I mean, the turkey may or may not have actually needed to go into the oven to get properly done. At one point I totally had to step outside just to survive. I finally made Mom open a window.
While I slaved over a hot stove, LC alternated between watching TV quietly, and snoozing quietly. A few times he wandered into the kitchen to make sure I was okay and to offer to help. He was booted each time as extra body heat in that tiny space was unwelcome. I started hitting the wine just in hopes that I would stop noticing.
The first time LC fell asleep my mother came into the kitchen to hover over me and look vaguely confused. “LC is kind of…. snoozing.” she announced scandalously. I think I was supposed to do more than shrug and throw her out again.
At another point I heard Mom out in the living room trying to hint around about getting her DVD player hooked up. She fished around but LC didn’t notice so she came into the kitchen to report on his latest action. I informed her he doesn’t take hints and booted her yet again. She directly asked him for help. He pretended not to notice. She came back in to report the conversation. I threw her out again.
So basically, as you can see, the day went like this.: I was cooking in the hottest kitchen on earth. Mom was getting on my nerves. LC was curled up on the couch with my mother’s cat trying desperately to stay out of the way and off everyone’s radar. Mom came into the kitchen every time he did anything to report on it. I got annoyed and tossed her out. Lather rinse repeat until the food was finally on the table.
Dinner was great. The only thing I managed to wreck were the brown and serve rolls, ironically. Everyone ate lots but it just wasn’t enough as there was even more leftover. Mom managed to lose all of her leftover containers so there was considerable shuffling over packing up the remaining food. LC thought he was escaping without leftovers which was a notion I corrected once we got back to my place. We cleaned up and got out shortly there after.
Two days later LC informed me my turkey was a little dry. Not only did I manage not to throw anything at him, but I also managed not to point out that it could have been due to the fact the he refused to take any gravy. And so no one was actually hurt.
And that, dear readers, was my Thanksgiving.
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i would have thrown the gravy boat at him. your restraint is admirable =) (p.s. i always burn the rolls too)
Luckily, two days later the gravy boat was washed and stashed. And we were out at brunch at the time.
I managed to undercook my rolls.
Mine weren’t burnt but were like little bready stones. Weapons, really.
Brave, brave girl! See, when people comment on my cooking, I want to tell them they have crooked teeth. Why is this? Glad things went well, for the most part. PS – does your Mom know how to turn down the heat?
He does have crooked teeth, now that you mention it. And she swears it was off.
So I’m kinda wondering, how did he manage to ignore the DVD hook up request? *laugh* That’s kinda ballsy if I do say so myself. And I do.
She said something along the lines of “If you feel like helping me out…” and he made a non-committal noise. She is much weaker than me and she just backed down and ran away at that point.
Bless your heart lol
Doesn’t he know it’s just rude to insult the cook? I would have thumped him in the forehead with a spoon if nothing else.
He did wait until two days later and was discussing his leftovers, I think. I don’t think he meant anything by it, which is the only reason I kept my peace.
Argh – crooked teeth? See you’re a better woman than I. That would have been an automatic no for me. Gotta have pretty teeth.
I’m not saying he’s like snagglepuss or anything here. Just that they aren’t perfect in spots. But geez, if you only date men with perfect teeth then you’re probably going to die single.
Glad dinner went well! I kept checking to see if you’d posted… but I swear I’m not a stalker.
Stalking the blog is encouraged. Stalking my house is not.
I would have been flirting with your Mom. But that’s just me.
Happy Thanksgiving!
This is mostly because you’ve never seen my mother. And LC would have been better served by flirting with me.