First you have the crack of dawn wake up call to get your once a year cream cheese bread prepared as it takes a couple hours and the family will throw a fit if you don’t make it for them. Then comes the preparing of the remainder of breakfast while the rest of the family is tucked away in their nice warm beds as you slave about the kitchen so when they wake they will smell the fresh baking bread, coffee brewing and whatever else I decided to whip up at the moment.
You get enough of a breather to clean up the mess from the breakfast and then you’re off preparing for the main course of turkey. Don’t forget that the night before you baked pies and made the turkey brine so the male halves of the family can get it ready to go into the smoker. They more or less pull it out of the brine bag and add it to the smoker and look at you as if you’re not busy enough and should start with something else….
You begin to prepare the appetizers because you are not eating till 4 pm and then the family ditches you to go out on a hike in the foothills while you remained chained to the kitchen cupboard….
Once appetizers are done said family returns and asks why you didn’t add more wood to the smoker since I was to smoke the turkey for 3 hours and then why haven’t you already pulled it out and placed it in the roaster to finish up the cooking? When roaster located in the laundry room isn’t plugged in…. older son looks at you and says “are you going to get the plug?” Of course the Ice queen looses all control and says “get the freaking cord yourself”. Stunned son blinks and hurries out garage door to find electrical cord…. my laundry room now smells like a smokehouse, how refreshing.
Okay, family has returned and turkey is finishing the roasting in the laundry room while family plants themselves in the family room while I am STILL in the kitchen preparing for the main course. Hubby finally feels a bit bad about ditching me and peels enough potatoes to feed and army and then disappears…
Sweet potato casserole, stuffing and buns all in the oven baking while they are oblivious to the fact that plates are indeed needed to eat upon. Husband finally asks, “do you want me to set the table?” I roll my eyes as if he’d really looked in the dining room he’d have seen that the table was already set….
Turkey is done, all other sides are done and the table is complete. I grab the bottle of wine, pop the cork and guzzle while the husband prays blessing over the meal and specifically that I haven’t poisoned them all….
There, that about sums it all up….. It was a Happy Thanksgiving and I collapsed in the recliner after 6:30 pm with dishes done and a firm warning if they asked me for anything I’d freeze them but good. In Recovery today….
*Warning…. parts of this were dramatized for more effect
Sounds relaxing- for everyone else.
lol, I know huh?