Stuffed and drunk, waiting for pie.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The line at the buffet went around the corner, so we went to our favorite diner, where the manager is an old friend and the wait staff has seen us all the time. It wasn't insanely busy, so they could stop by and chat occasionally, and the TV was on in the corner, and everybody got what they wanted. Not a Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving, but the pie was insanely good. Home for naps. Though Hubby dumped us off to go visit his father's grave. Not sure why he wanted to go alone, but he died this time of year and Hubby can do things on his own.
Cancel the alarms! There was pie at the dinner.
Thank god! Dana.
Jess, how scary. I'm so glad you guys are okay.
Sigh. I was in a good mood most of the day. But breaking in new coworkers is hard.
Escapesgiving here went well -- I was happy of the company (especially the dogs, who were loves) and my friend seemed happy. Good lord, I really didn't realize how commercial the Macy's T-Day parade was, each and every float a commercial. Plus, when did country singers start using auto-tune?
Instead of cutting up turkey, used a trick from Doug Henwood - basted the turkey with melted butter every half hour. Juicy, tender, flaverful and golden brown. Stuffing was cooked on top of stove. My cranberry sauce was whole cranberries cooked with one apple and 3 tangerines in lemon juice - spices sugar, cloves, cimmano a little salt - plus sugar (well splenda in my case). Really good cranberry sauce. All of the preceding have been eaten. Brussel sprouts are being consumed as we speak. Pumpkin pie to follow.
Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!
We are just now on our way to dinner at a friends. It feels so late.
Our dinner is going to be super late, but it's because I got caught up in Death of Comet drama, which, since no one was joining us, seemed like a reasonable geek choice at the time.
I took the folks out to Dixie Cafe for Thanksgiving lunch (How do people eat dessert with the DC prix fixe meal? It was HUGE!), and will head over to their place for baked ham and pumpkin pie if I ever get hungry again today.
My cats and their likely mother and the big Tom out back all got leftover turkey to enjoy for the holiday. It still cracks me up to hear Jackson growling to warn me away from food that I just gave him.