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Thanksgiving ... Food, Family, and Near Disaster

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Thanksgiving ... Food, Family, and Near Disaster

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Thanksgiving is one of Bobby's and my holidays, so this week has been a steady build-up toward the big day. We also have a Thanksgiving lunch at work, so Bobby made a turkey and I made three batches of ice cream for that. Then it was on to our own feast.

The menu included beer and cheese bread, pumpkin soup, "medieval" turkey (a Trader Joe's vegetarian turkey roll for me), stuffing*, mashed potatoes*, candied sweet potatoes*, maple squash medley, crispy green beans, sweet corn saute, garlic spinach, sesame broccoli, and sauerkraut with Polish sausage*. For dessert was pumpkin pie, pumpkin roll*, chocolate cream pie*, and vanilla bean ice cream. (Asterisks are on things Bobby and I didn't make.)

Bobby and I have done this enough times by now that everything was going seamlessly, and I even managed to keep up with the dishes in the kitchen so that, at the end of the night, all we'd have to wash were dinner plates, dessert plates, cups, and tableware. Lol. Famous last words. Everything was loaded onto the buffet table in the living room, everyone was starting to grab plates and go in, and ... CRASH. One end of the table had collapsed. Apparently, the table does not have locking legs. Suffice to say that table will not be used again for this purpose, and we will be obtaining one with locking legs for the future.

Thankfully, because only the one end collapsed, then everything just kind of slid down the table but remained mostly upright. Only the applesauce was completely upended. So, for the most part, everything could be picked up and carried into the kitchen and served from there. The plates were at the end of the table that didn't collapse, which would have been a potential disaster itself, as they are heavy and glass, and if even one of them broke in the food, that would have meant everything had to be thrown out. Thankfully, when my mom saw what was happening, she was at that end of the table and grabbed the plates before they could fall to the floor and break.

My parents were quick to remind me that, when I was a kid, one year at Thanksgiving, the kitchen table buckled and collapsed in the middle. Thankfully, dinner had already been served and no one was hurt. So it seems these near-disasters involving expensive meals and collapsing tables are somewhat of a family tradition. Probably because of the way my family cooks and eats.

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The table setting. All of the tableware matches. The chairs most certainly don't.



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My father-in-law asleep on the couch with Phil.



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Our tiny Christmas tree and Alex. We will be in England for the holidays this year, so we didn't think it was worthwhile to cut down a tree that we wouldn't be home to water and that would primarily serve as a cat condo. And the splatters on the curtains are from the table collapse earlier in the evening.



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The tree whence this apple fell. Or ... my parents. Dad looks a little psycho. Not sure why.



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My grandmother-in-law who is Polish, in her eighties, and still as mean and stubborn as ever. (Don't let the fact that she looks cute in the picture deceive you!)



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My sister-in-law Erin and me cutting pie. The inclusion of Diet Dr. Pepper in the feast (>:^Þ) was not my doing.



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Everyone (with me acting silly).



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Everyone (with me acting "normal"). In the lower lefthand corner is the infamous ice cream maker.



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  • So glad that your feast wasn't ruined! Especially that the glass plates didn't break into everything else.

    Sounds like you had a wonderful day. :-)

    Have fun in England for Christmas, that will be awesome I'm sure!

    Hugs,
    Pearl
  • Beer and cheese bread? The thought of that is making me drool.

    I'm glad almost everything was salvageable!
  • Your rugs have piqued my interest. The small one that the tree is on looks like a European style, but the larger one that Alex is lying on seems Navajo. Curiosity....

    My dining room table ends are held up (none too well) by wooden braces since they really don't work well at all. I don't think I could ever trust real food to them anymore. I inherited the table and chairs from my husband's grandmother and while I love the chairs, I hate the table.

    I know you'll have a fabulous time on your trip!

    - Erulisse (one L)
  • Nice pictures! What a pretty seasonal table setting. (I like those chile posters. I've always liked the idea of those--not only are they pretty, but great reference material. Save on Googling!)

    Your feast sounds appropriately festive.
  • At least it will be a memorable Thanksgiving! Good thing it wasn't worse. The food all sounds fabulous. And you're going to England during Christmas? Good for you. Any particular reason why then? Where will you be? I'm going back this next summer.
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