And the dusting. And the applesauce. ...
When standing on the precipice of an extended weekend, I tend to make overblown lists. It's like I have no real concept of time - or that, magically, long weekends are really, really long.
With four days stretching ahead - I picked up a pen and went wild. However, I was pleasantly surprised when I did a recap last night. In fact, I was quite smug.
The cooking got done:
Cranberry Curd Tart
Crustless Cranberry Pie
Four Ingredient PB Cookies
Roasted Butternut Squash Soup
Slow Cooker Pot Roast
Mama Stamberg's Cranberry Relish
There was preserving:
|8 quarts of turkey broth|
There was humiliation:
|Yes, I am one of THOSE mothers.|
There was a chicken conga line:
Trees were cut down.
A long-term UFO was finished.
The wind chimes were fixed.
There was an avalanche (and more shoveling):
|The metal roof "self-cleared".|
There was an amazing amount of adorable-ness:
|My nephew, niece-in-law, and grandnephew.|
|Words escape me.|
|Oh, my heart of hearts.|
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving and were mesmerized by Adrian, the cherub pictured above. He entertained us through dinner - had I been more on the ball, I would have filmed his method of testing food. His mother (the beautiful Sabrina) would spoon in a morsel, his tiny face would scrunch up as he registered the foreign object, then - depending on the outcome - he would break into a big smile, or a scrunchy frown. It was fascinating.
I cavalierly offered to drive my youngest sister to her bus for her trip back down to the City. We left with plenty of time...had the bus station still been in the location I remembered. From 15 years ago. I managed to get her there before the bus left - by putting my car in its path. Luckily, the driver chose not to run us over. Oy.