Thanksgiving was wonderful – just like I imagined.
slept in got up early thanks to Indie but then snoozed in the chair with her until Forest rolled out of bed around 8. He made breakfast (cereal for both of us) and then we flipped on the tv and waited for the Thanksgiving Day parade. Forest ran to the grocery store to get the things for his dessert (apple crisp) and was home within minutes.
A little after the parade started we chatted with my parents. We were in the kitchen prepping some food for later (garden fresh salad, deviled eggs) and they were in the kitchen doing the same. It’s like we were all getting ready for the same dinner – if only there wasn’t 700 miles between us.
Forest had the turkey prepped in no time and we popped him into the oven (the turkey, not Forest) and headed back to the living room for the rest of the parade on tv.
When the turkey had about an hour left of cooking, we started the rest of our dishes that needed to bake – baked mac and cheese, apple crisp – and threw those in the oven too. We also started the potatoes for mashed potatoes so those would be ready in time.
Then everything started to come together – the turkey was done so Forest pulled it out of the oven and started carving it, the mac and cheese looked gooey and there was just enough golden-brown-goodness on top so it came out, the potatoes were mashed, the garden fresh salad and deviled eggs were pulled out of the fridge, the apple crisp came out of the oven soon after that, and the rolls were popped in so they could warm up. We set everything on the island and loaded our plates with all that yumminess. I remembered the cranberry sauce at the very last second and I popped the pumpkin pie into the oven just as we were sitting down.
And while we ate, Indie enjoyed watching the dog show.
Dinner (which was actually at 2) was followed by a nap on the couch, leftovers for dinner (my pumpkin pie didn’t bake all the way… I’ll have to make one for Christmas), a chat with Forest’s mom and sister, and snuggling on the couch the rest of the evening.
I am so, extremely thankful for a husband that can cook a mean turkey. And that, although we weren’t WITH our families on Thanksgiving, we were able to chat with them.
^the only picture we took together
Until next time — Cindy