Mom arrived first this morning, and we immediately set to cooking. I had gotten up around 5am to put the turkey in. However, my oven has the power of a small nuclear reactor and the turkey was done in 3 hours. It just had to chill out in the over on warm until dinner time...which was 1pm.
So, there was the turkey stuffed with stuffing. We made the obligatory green been casserole, candied yams, mashed potatoes and gravy, buttered corn, deviled eggs, rolls, fruited jello (we are Mormons, after all), and various pies.
Brother invites his Special Friend for dinner. There's also me, Mom, Mr. Recommendation, and his little girl who spent the better part of the afternoon tormenting the cat.
If there is one universal truth in my family, every word, no matter how innocent, can be construed to be something naughty. Dinner begins and Brother makes his little remarks, Mom joins in...all innocent words with hidden meaning. Then, Special Friend blurts out that Brother needs to start drinking more pineapple juice.
I went deaf shortly after that.
Aside from the TMI, dinner went well. I actually managed to stay awake long enough to package all the leftovers (lots of turkey!), load the dishwasher, and have the table and island cleaned off. Then, I fell into bed for a 3-hour nap.
For my first Thanksgiving dinner...big success!!
I had considered going to the Plaza Lighting Ceremony, but then I thought about how I've never been to the Plaza Lighting Ceremony. So why break with tradition? The excess crowds would only piss me off.
I hope he remembered to stop by the store and pick up some pineapple juice.