We get the grand guignol that is my mother's angst tomorrow. With pie. My brother replied to Mom's email of "can we all discuss this" with "no, but if the discussion takes place near me I will stand on the perifery near an exit." His wife said, "I will listen and likely contribute." I plan to have been drinking.

t flop

ok, green bean casserole has been made (the initial steps- need to put it together with the topping tomorrow in CT); same with sweet potatoes and its topping of sugar-and-spice pecans. The gravy is always the thing that takes the longest, but that's been reduced and is now cooling.

Also, need to pack. Also, weirdly, need to eat dinner tonight!

This Thanksgiving, I give thanks to a partner who both assists in the kitchen AND does all the cleanup. Also, beer, which makes any cooking experience that much more fun.

Now I just need to exercise the self control to NOT bust into the chocolate bourbon bread pudding and the cranberry-orange corncake that we picked up from the bakery...

WANT.

Scrappy, are you still seeking the green bean casserole recipe? This blogger adapted it, but it's halved... he/she also mentions where he/she deviates from the original recipe. [link]

Oh, okay, you win. I admit it; there's not going to be a thing to eat tomorrow. I'm just going to put out PB&J and let everyone fend for themselves.

Well, damn. I guess I won't bring the green bean casserole and apple pie, then. Too bad.

t waves to Sonus from 30 feet below him

bookmarks Nora's link

Sean, I'm glad you guys made it but man, messing with a girl's makeup is fucking criminal.

I've spent the entire day dealing with unruly toddlers--they've covered the gamut from dumping my centerpiece vase & flowers, stripping naked and peeing on the floor, dumping laundry hampers, tossing pizza and pouring out their juice cups.

I've yelled (screamed, in fact) and pulled my hair. I need a nap. And tequila shots.

They're finally settled and watching Noggin. Messes are cleaned up and the only thing we need for Thanksgiving dinner is a bottle of cabernet sauvignon.

:: waves at ND from his perch, high above all the holiday joy ::

made the sweet potato soup. Want. But I will wait.

Avoided going to the grocery store. My neighbor insisted on giving me dish soap and paper towels so I just had to get the peppers from a vegetable stand. $5.12 for 5 peppers! (Making peppers stuffed with lentils and rice for the non-turkey folks)

Then I stopped at the office because of griping heard about not answering our phones. At 4pm on the day before Thanksgiving. Bother.

holiday joy

I've seen none of that.