Naughty, Naughty Erik and Me! |
Yes, it's true that I will drive (well, technically, ride) for over eight hours just to get a good meal at somebody else's house. I will even stay with two other families in a one-bedroom apartment, as long as there's at least one grandbaby to play with. (Since at this writing I only have one, that will do for now.) Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days; eating great food with people you love is right up there at the top of my list of happy things.
Two of my favorite guys |
The trip up was mercifully uneventful and it was weird not to be responsible for the cooking. Weird, but I could get used to it! Kate bought a fresh turkey, so the thawing business was no issue which simplified the process significantly. She also used her sister's crock pot to cook the green beans which was sheer genius.
Everything was done at the same time and it was the first year in a decade that we didn't have to eat burned corn. The food was delicious, the pies were phenomenal (thank you, Wendy!) and when it was over, I went for a walk. When I got back, the dishes were done. It was like an adult fairytale. Not "adult" like porn, "adult" like a grown-up lady's fantasy. Moms' ideas of happiness often center around having household help....if a man really wants to please a woman, he should try mopping the kitchen floor. It would certainly work for me!
We played games and talked late into the night. It was a pleasant, quiet day. The next morning, it was back to normal and I had brought a spaghetti squash for lunch, knowing that Kate would be at work. I'd zapped it in the microwave for about ten minutes but it still seemed a little hard, so I was adding a couple more minutes when my son-in-law said, "Won't it blow up in there?" As I was answering him "no," the squash made a liar out of me by exploding in there. The force of it caused the door to fly open and the entire inside was sticky with stringy goo hanging from everywhere.
From this I surmised that the squash was cooked, so I put spaghetti sauce and cheese on what was left of it and served it with left-over green beans. It wasn't an amazing meal like Thursday's, but every day isn't Thanksgiving either.