Plenty of other bloggers have used this holiday to write down what they’re thankful for. I don’t want to be too much of a copycat, so I’ll keep this short. Especially since mine are pretty obvious:
- The World’s Best Boss
Mom was nice enough to make some pumpkin pies and a turkey while she was here. Nadine, having just had hip surgery, is in no condition to cook. So we’re going out. Probably to Cracker Barrel. Frankly, I’d be happy to skip it, but it’s important to her. And hey, turkey is nummy. Except that Tim will probably just order catfish. Because we’re traditionalists like that.
Plus it’ll provide a brief respite. I’m on all day today, and there’s a major project my boss handed me at the last minute. One I worked on for five hours last night, only to discover this morning that I had made it far more difficult than I thought. I probably could have been halfway (or more) done by now, if I had paid more attention to the exact wording. Instead, I’m in the Gs, and I won’t even get overtime because I have to do it in and around work today. It’s time sensitive had has to be done by tomorrow.
I don’t have a ton of fond memories of Thanksgiving. Mom made a great meal, of course. A couple of years, she even when to the trouble making her own applesauce. Later she wised up and just gave us the bottled stuff because we didn’t have the most refined of palettes.
But I guess our Thanksgivings were a little weird. Not that I knew that til I grew up and went to someone else’s house for the holiday. At which point I was irritated and starving when the food wasn’t ready until evening.
Why was this such a surprise? Because we always had Thanksgiving lunch. A slightly late lunch — about 1 p.m. — but a lunch nonetheless. My dad had to leave no later than 3 or 4 p.m. because there’s a major college basketball tournament every year. As in, teams from other states venture up to Alaska for it. Which should tell you something.
So we’d eat lunch, go into a food coma and watch some TV. Then Dad would leave and with him gone, we could actually relax. We’d then pick at the turkey and other leftovers later that night. Sometimes I’d just eat the turkey cold. (Insert quitting joke here.) It was relaxing, and more importantly no one’s stomach was rumbling as the day edged on.
Another nice aspect? Mom cooked it the night before. I didn’t realize how rare this was until the one time I cooked Thanksgiving as an adult. I mentioned online that the turkey was in the oven, and people were completely confused.
But it’s brilliant. There’s no unexpected delays because the turkey isn’t done cooking. Back before today’s turkey bags — which let Mom cook this last 13 lb bird in about two hours — Mom would have had to get up around 4 a.m. to get the turkey done in time for even a late lunch. No thanks!
This way, you just heat the meat back up (wrapped in foil so it doesn’t dry out), making the side dishes and… voila! Dinner. Well, lunch.
I think the weirdest memory of Thanksgiving comes from the year I cooked. My aunt was coming over. She’s a vegetarian. But apparently she still loves stuffing and so asked me to make vegetarian stuff. Which means I soaked bread in butter and spices and then let it cook in the oven. Which seemed utterly pointless to me, but then again I’ve never cared much for stuffing.
So what about you guys? What’s your Thanksgiving plans this year? What’s your weirdest/funniest T-day memory? Or are you all about the shopping (not to be confused with that bass)?