Thanksgiving ... Food, Family, and Near Disaster
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.
The table setting. All of the tableware matches. The chairs most certainly don't.
My father-in-law asleep on the couch with Phil.
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.
The tree whence this apple fell. Or ... my parents. Dad looks a little psycho. Not sure why.
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!)
My sister-in-law Erin and me cutting pie. The inclusion of Diet Dr. Pepper in the feast (>:^Þ) was not my doing.
Everyone (with me acting silly).
Everyone (with me acting "normal"). In the lower lefthand corner is the infamous ice cream maker.
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