Preparing the Thanksgiving meal
After running the townhouse stairs like a cat for a few days, my son-in-law Alex said they had about 200 surveillance shots/videos of me in different areas of the stairs. I forgot to ask if he got one of me doing “cougar claws” for their amusement but I’m sure he’ll let me know soon enough.
Part II
After running the townhouse stairs like a cat for a few days, my son-in-law Alex said they had about 200 surveillance shots/videos of me in different areas of the stairs. I forgot to ask if he got one of me doing “cougar claws” for their amusement but I’m sure he’ll let me know soon enough.
On Wednesday, I told my daughter Sydney we needed to get started on the pies for Thanksgiving dinner. She couldn’t understand why until I explained we couldn’t cook everything at once in her single oven. Sydney said the frozen apple pie was courtesy of Mrs. Smith and the pumpkin roll was already made, so we would be putting together a cherry and blueberry pie.
She pulled a package of frozen pie shells from the freezer and I asked her where the other one was.
“What do you mean, other?” she asked. “It takes two pie shells for each pie,” I told her. “But there are two here,” she said. “But it takes one for the top and one for the bottom,” I said, thinking I’d taught her better.
I’ve never made a complete Thanksgiving meal by myself and most of my cooking is done by either microwave or oven. Sydney finally confessed she’d never made a pie before and I couldn’t condemn her for it because I haven’t made many myself. My ex-husband and I had a disagreement because he was certain I’d tried to cook a turkey in the microwave before, but I was certain I didn’t.
After convincing Sydney the pies shouldn’t be open-faced and needed to have tops on them, Alex was sent to the store to get more pie shells. Next, I had to educate him on the difference between a pie crust and graham cracker crust because he thought we should use those instead. The pies turned out okay but I made candy from almond bark for backup, just in case.
I have to give Alex credit because he cooked the turkey by himself. It wasn’t dry and went perfectly with the “instant” stuffing I prepared. I made the comment I never understood why they tied the turkey’s legs together and he told me “it was so the turkey didn’t shake in the oven.” I honestly believed him and pondered on that for awhile until he finally confessed it wasn’t true. Guess I learned something, too.
The next day we gathered in the kitchen to eat everything we’d prepared and ate until we couldn’t eat anymore. I told the kids I was going back up the stairs with the grandcats to take a nap and slept for two hours. I blamed the turkey…
