It seems that with each passing year, we get busier and busier around the holidays. This year was no exception. Since I now have a job that allows me to be off for the holidays (for the first time in years!), we were able to spend Thanksgiving with my parents. Greg’s parents went out-of-town to be with my mother-in-law’s side of the family and we didn’t think that traveling with two small children was such a good idea.
Instead of trying to cram a bunch of turkeys into one day, we opted to celebrate Thanksgiving with Greg’s parents on December 4th this year. We couldn’t do it the weekend after Thanksgiving because they had some out-of-state guests coming in.
It was also a monumental meal because it was the first “big” meal that we hosted!
We’ve had people over before but not for such a high-profile event.
There are a couple of things that I would like to point out about this meal:
- I cheated and used Pillsbury pre-made pie crusts. I can’t make a decent pie crust to save my soul & I wanted to save myself the time & frustration of failure.
- We decided that since we were pretty much over turkey, we would have a ham instead. We are so rebellious.
- I used bagged lettuce for the salad.
- I love Velveeta cheese. Mmmmmmmmm.
I decided that I was going to start early in the day and make as many thing ahead of time as possible.
Since my delicious cranberry salad has to chill for a few hours before it sets, Brock and I started with that.
Turns out? My kid is an awesome sous chef! I had everything pre-measured and it went so much more smoothly than I thought it would have!
He actually listened to me!
He stirred when I told him to stir!
He poured when I told him to pour!
Wait a minute. This doesn’t sound like Brock at all!
Apparently my threats about Santa skipping our house if Brock misbehaves are working!
After we finished our cranberry salad, we moved on to the macaroni & cheese with corn. We assembled it and put it in the fridge until we were ready to pop it in the oven.
Next? We started the apple pie.
What are you doing over there?!
Brock! Are you eating the apple pie filling?!
I can see the spoon in your hand!
Young man. Don’t you lie to me.
Brock! You aren’t even trying to hide it!
Fine. Just don’t double dip the spoon.
Greg and Adrianna worked on the lattice for the apple pie while Brock and I took a few minutes to tidy up the kitchen.
How much cuteness is in this picture? I die.
I know he was singing in this picture but I can’t remember what song it was.
After I broke several child labor laws, it was back to work!
Here’s a quick run-down of the rest of our day:
Put the honey-glazed spiral spiced ham in the oven.
Wipe drool from face.
Peel & chop a thousand potatoes.
Wipe sweat from brow.
Teach Brock the technique on how to dip your finger in the mixing bowl to get a glob of mashed potatoes without losing said finger.
Laugh at Greg when he yells and Brock and I for “sampling” too many potatoes.
Yell at Brock for double dipping into the apple pie.
Ponder my double standard of double dipping potatoes vs. double dipping apple pie filling.
Eat another glob of mashed potatoes.
Make a mental note to stop over-sharing details of things that go on in my kitchen for fear that we may never host a dinner again.
Remember that I forgot to throw the macaroni & cheese in the oven.
Remember that in-laws are never on time for anything and rationalize that everything will probably be okay.
Throw the bagged salad in a bowl.
Feed Adrianna a giant spoonful of mashed potatoes.
Dissolve into a puddle of giggles when she rubs her tummy and goes, “Mmmm-mmmmmm!”
Roll eyes at Greg when he tells me (for the 6th time) that I should probably change out of my grimey sweats and do something with my hair.
Set out the “fancy” dishes.
See? Fancy. Minus the plastic bowl/place setting.
Realize that in-laws have been on my couch for 10 minutes and I’m still in grimey sweats and my hair is a mess.
Realize that I should stop taking pictures and finish getting ready.
Take one final picture and realize that Adrianna is completely engrossed by her toe jam.
Laugh at the similarities between my kids and myself.
Grab on final glob of mashed potatoes.
Change into jeans and a sweater.
Throw hair into a ponytail.
Do one final check of the menu.
Announce, “Soup’s on!”
Collapse into a heap.
Eat more mashed potatoes.
Bemoan to self that I will regret that last bite of potatoes when I have to weigh myself.
Remember my self-made rule about calories not counting on birthdays/holidays.
Proceed to stuff face full of delicious food.
Announce that I’m stuffed.
Remember the apple pie.
Decide that there is always more room for pie.
Eat a piece of apple pie.
Cry when I look at what a mess my kitchen is.
Dig deep & start putting away leftovers.
Send lots of leftovers home with in-laws.
Put kids to bed.
Drink a bottle of wine.
Kiss my husband for tolerating my neuroses & for keeping the kids mostly entertained while I had to do some serious cooking (read: while I was opening the oven door).
Now. Who is ready to come over for dinner?!
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