This morning I woke up with my head in the clouds. I walked around in a fog for three hours in which I grocery shopped for Thanksgiving, missed a doctor’s appointment, and met my husband at a gas station for an egg sandwich date.
We’re fancy daters.
Now I have a turkey not defrosting on my counter, a half-gallon of heavy cream in my fridge, and three pounds of butter just waiting to clog my arteries. What day is Thanksgiving again?
I’m confused like that today.
It’s a good thing I have a dishwasher to make everything better, except for the plastic cups I melted last night, but don’t worry, I bought a box of sixteen glasses this morning. Now every one of my guests will have a real non-melted beverage holder on turkey day. We may not have a turkey, because it just might be frozen, but we’ll have glasses. And butter. Don’t forget the butter.
This year I’m going all out – I’m making Pillsbury Grands Homestyle Biscuits. It should be quite a celebration. Raise your drink when you hear the pop of the Pillsbury can.
We’ll also have pie – pumpkin, cherry, and maybe apple. I have a history with pies, but this time will be different…
my mom will be here to help me cook I just know it. I won’t even put a lid on my pumpkin pie. I like to think the lid incident made me a trendsetter, but lids on pumpkin pies never caught on. It’s too bad. I like extra pie crust.
So what are you guys making for Thanksgiving? I like to hear all the fan-dangled ways people make the fixins’.
Besides the turkey, we’re having stuffing made with mushrooms, spinach, sausage, and an assortment of other ingredients I can’t remember (recipe here). We’re also having asparagus, green beans with bacon and sliced almonds, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes (recipe here), and turnips.
FringeMan likes turnips.
I had to stop an older woman in the grocery store and ask her if she would help me find turnips.
“Oh, yes, dear. I know what those are, but they aren’t called turnips here. They’re rutabagas.”
Who would have thunk it.
Now I have three rutabagas that looked waxed. Thankfully I have the internet or else I’d have to go track down that sweet old woman and ask her how to cook them.
So tell me, are you cooking this Thanksgiving?
Stuffing in the bird or out?
It’s still up for debate in my house.