So, I have the day off tomorrow and consequently, will spend the day cooking an entire Thanksgiving feast. I will have some help from teenagers and my mom is bringing over pie and Cranberry Fluff (which involves whipping cream, real cranberries, sugar, marshmallows, and, uh, maybe pineapple?).
My husband will be watching football and perhaps watching me work but that is okay with me. He deserves to relax and watch football. Plus, then he’ll owe me and when I want to go and see a movie sometime in the next few days, I will go without feeling guilty! All part of my master-plan to dominate the world. Or manipulate the world. Or something like that. Really, it’s just part of my master-plan to see many movies.
Last Thanksgiving, my two youngest kids raved about the rolls. “Oh, Mom, these are the BEST ROLLS EVER.”
They were Pillsbury Crescent Rolls in a can. I have made real yeast rolls before, let them rise and baked them at just the right time . . . but my kids are all about rolls in a can. So, rolls in a can it is and forevermore shall be.
Usually I do some preparation the day before . . . you know, chop onions and celery and consider what time the turkey should go into the over. This year I am utterly unprepared, though I do have a thawed turkey in the fridge. I had to work tonight from 8 p.m. until midnight . . . before that, I cleaned up the kitchen and served dinner (Taco Soup, thanks for asking) and read The Road in preparation for seeing the movie this weekend. (I love that book.)
Before that, I worked from 1 p.m. until 5 p.m. . . . and before that, I cleaned . . . before that, I did the second day of Couch to 5K and (this is important) . . . I DID NOT DIE.
In fact, I am less sore than I was yesterday, so that’s good.
Before that, I took my daughter to school. That takes us back to 9 a.m.
So, there you go. A backwards glance at my day and the reason that I have done not one single thing to prepare for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. We’re not eating until 3 p.m., so there is plenty of time to chop and sweat and figure out exactly what order to do things.
Perhaps I’ll even make a list so I don’t leave the cranberry sauce in a can sitting in the cupboard. (My husband is the only one who eats that stuff.)
Oh, and because you want to know . . . my stuffing is created from bread cubes, butter, sauteed onions and celery, chicken broth and raisins and green olives. It’s quite delicious.
Really, the key to Thanksgiving is lots and lots and lots of butter.
P.S. While proof-reading this, I REALIZED I DON”T HAVE A SINGLE RAISIN IN MY HOUSE. What am I to do? (I might substitute Craisins. Sigh. It’s always something.)