posted on Nov, 26 2007 @ 09:23 AM
Allright, the Thanksgiving Holiday has come and gone.
This year I had the entire family over for the feast. I personally made the ENTIRE dinner, and if I do say so myself, it was pretty darn good!
I make EVERYTHING from scratch.
So I started prepping everything approximately 4:00 am. At around 4:30 am, I feel something hugging my leg from behind.
"Daddy, I want to help."
"Little Dude. What are you doing up this early?"
"You have alot of work to do, and I want to help."
God how I love this kid.
He's dressed in his Sponge Bob Squarepants jammies, and has his little spongebob slippers on. I have what equates to a yellow shadow. Awesome
So, the previous weekend when we went to the 'Super Store' I told the meat department that I wanted the biggest darn turkey that they had. Well they
came through. A 30 pounder! Darn thing was gigantic. It was like a dinosaur turkey and stuff.
So I go to get it out of the refrigerator, and my yellow shadow is right there 'helping' me carry it into the kitchen. So we rinse it off, and clean
up the giblets.
Then I make the stuffing. I use sausage, bread cubes, butter, onions, raisins and cranberries. Sounds like an odd combination, but trust me - it is
really good. People fight to take the leftovers home.
So we stuff the bird and I lace it up. We season it and put it in the oven. Barely fit in!
We make the stuffed mushrooms, greenbeans almondine, mashed potatoes, gravy, boil up the shrimp, make the croissants, bake the apples, make the pears
and blue cheese.
My little helper dude is very focused on helping. The concentration on his face is so cool. Then when we finished each task, he would look up and
smile and say:
"I helped you Daddy"
So the wine gets popped open, the beer is flowing, and the appetizers are being scarfed.
As is usual, within ten minutes, my wife and her sisters are fighting, and at least one of the children is crying. More often than not there are
several children crying. (There are 7 children, all under the age of 6.)
So the women are fighting, and all of us manly men, are in another room watching football, trying to hide. Praying that the women folk forgot we were
there. We were all dreading when one of the women folk would suddenly appear in a doorway like a spector and say something like:
"Will you get in here and help? What's wrong with you?"
My wife and her sisters are very pretty women, but when they get mad they get one eyebrow. So help me god, they get one eybrow. And when they point at
you and order you to do something, the blood drains out of your body. You can all but hear the drum roll like in the olden days when a convict was
marched to the gallows.
So now the women folk are all ticked off at each other and not talking. Hmmmmm............... beautiful silence.......... Ahhhhhhh...........
So we sit at the table, and I carve up the bird, and we all start to eat.
So I decide to break the ice.
"So how about those Eagles, huh?!"
Oh man - I got 4 very icy stares in a moments time. You should see the 4 menfolk try and slide down in their chairs being so as to be as inconspicuous
"Where's the cranberry sauce. I can't believe you forgot the cranberry sauce!"
4 male voices in unison: "I'll get it!"
So we eat the meal, in virtual silence, with a little small talk here and there. After virtually everything which was said there would be a
'pfffffttt', or an 'oh brother'.
Well at least the meal was delicous.
So now it's time for dessert. I made an apple pie, a peach pie, and a cherry pie.
I'm bringing in the cherry pie, and my dog decided to run in front of me. I tripped, and dropped the cherry pie on the carpet........
Uh-oh, the one eyebrow is staring at me. The other men folk are looking at me in sympathetic terror. That eyebrow is getting thicker and thicker. The
carpet is a mess.
Oh man............. A roll or 2 of paper towels later it's not so bad.......
"You know you're going to hire a carpet cleaner to clean that don't you?"
As I've said before, I'm a pretty big guy, and she's tiny, she's barely 5'1", and I am terrified of her.
"Well call them right now."
"But, it's Thanksgiving, they're probably not open."
"Why do you argue with everything I ask? Just call."
Trust me it's easier that way...............
So we have our dessert, drink our coffee, and tea, then sit and watch television.
I play, and wrestle with the kids until it's time for everybody to go home.
Finally, after a couple more fights amongst the womenfolk, everyone decides to go home. It's getting kind of late, and the kids are all sleepy. So
"Daddy, did I help you good."
"You sure did buddy."
"I love you Daddy."
"Love ya right back Buddy."
All is good.
[edit on 26-11-2007 by lombozo]