How odd it is to find myself not cooking the night before Thanksgiving!
With packing for the move well under way there are not enough unpacked dishes in which to cook, not enough remaining dishes to serve and no where to sit and eat since the dining room has been converted to a packing station. My Mom is cooking the entire meal - except for veggies. What is my sad little contribution?
And store-bought pumpkin, pecan & apple pie. Not sure if I can, but I may try to make some yeast rolls tomorrow morning. Really, I don’t miss all of the peeling, scrubbing, standing, lifting, sweating, rising and timing.
I especially don’t miss cleaning the bird. In my hands under the faucet an uncooked turkey reminds me of a bathing a baby (on the chubby side) and a cat (on the skinny side), which leads to me feeling sad for the formerly living turkey creature and contemplate vegetarianism. It is a fleeting crisis of conscience, but a pang nevertheless. Later the thoughts of the health benefits of vegetarianism are chased away by the succulent smell of the cooking bird. This year I will skip right to the smell of cooking turkey!
Instead of spending this day preparing I had a day of luxury! I took Favorite Son & his friend to a skate park.
Twice. (Actually, I spent a few Golden Hours there knitting & listening to NPR.)
And I got to visit the Auditors office in our new county (near the skatepark) to file for tax exemptions.
I also went to the grocery (for aforementioned frozen vegetables), stopped into Joann’s for supplies for FS’ science fair wind tunnel, where I happened upon…
and
All of this & I still had time to take the kids to the mall, return some jeans that did not fit Him, do a bit of web work, do several loads of laundry & write a post! Usually, the days before Thanksgiving are a whirlwind of lists, cleaning, preparing and cooking, but I never realized how much I forgo to to prepare a monster meal from scratch. Maybe I will enlist my entire family to go out for Chinese next year! I’m kind of serious.
Poor thing.
