Friday, November 24, 2006
Drunk With Thanks
Thanksgiving went fine. There were only five adults and two kids, with enough fixings for a roving band of Indians, yet we still had room for leftovers.
The biggest memory I am going to have is how much work it is to throw a dinner, and I didn't even cook anything. Rex made the bird, the in-laws brought side dishes (including fabulous William Sonoma Turkey and Gravy), I burned the jalapeno poppers and added too much vodka to the turkey shooters. No one touched my pecan salad, which is fine, because I adore strawberry dressing with candied nuts. It's a veggie combined with a dessert. If you're an all in one shampoo and conditioner kind of gal, this is the greenery for you! If you need a recipe, just ask my garbage disposal.
By the time the inlaws departed, as promptly as they arrived, I was plain pooped from a day's worth of housework, keeping kids in line, and enough dishes to launch me into that song from Beauty and the Beast .... "Be our Guest! Be our Guest! Put our service to the test! If you do not like the salad well than you can screw yourself..." (Disney forgot those last lyrics, but luckily they have me to fill in the gaps.)
To end the day, Topanga T had the good idea to email me 18 photos of people being drunk and stupid. When the one above came on the screen, Stink ran in, pointed to it, and said "Mama, that's ME!"
Sadly, I couldn't laugh. In a few years, it probably will be.
Happy Thanksgiving, Peeps.