Archive for November 2009

Just what the kids need for Christmas

November 30, 2009

Nothing like the Pop-up Book of Phobias to induce night-terrors.

(The first page is especially for you, CPQ)

T-Day

November 27, 2009

We survived.

Nana’s oven bird and stuffing is almost done

My frying equipment is ready to go.
Wireless internet access is a must.

Swim, my pretties.

My brother, K’s father, his friend, and I enjoy
the sweet ambrosia of deep frying poultry.

K’s brother enjoys our cheese and cracker hors d’oeuvres.
Yes, it’s Easy Cheese.  We’re just that classy.

Guests mingle while Nana makes gravy.

The young man on the right is a college student who goes to our church.
He’s from the Congo, so he had never had fried turkey.
Or Easy Cheese.
We consider them our little contribution to international diplomacy.

Food,

food,

food,

food,

and did I mention food?

J has his eyes on the turkey cake.

Finally, everybody’s favorite part.  Eating.

I think I see K down at the other end of the table.
She may actually be in the next zip code.

Some post-meal conversation

After the eating, it’s time for the watching of football.

Or, in my brother’s case, enjoying a carbohydrate-induced nap.

J’s preferred implement of destruction for the turkey cake head.

Overall, not a good day to be a turkey.

But not a bad day to be a kid.
Or an adult.

Ready to go

November 26, 2009

OK, at 2PM today, 29 people will be sitting down at our house for Thanksgiving dinner.

Most of the prep work is done.

Let’s just hope the power doesn’t go off.

Yes, those are three turkeys.

K puts the final touches on the placecards.

Placecards, courtesy of a CPQ-provided punchout tool.

Seating for 29, spread across our dining room and study

Of course, A decided that today would be a good
day to try out her crayon skills on our back stairs.
Nice.

My kingdom for a White Castle

November 25, 2009

Growing up, we’d often travel to Ohio to visit relatives. One thing I always looked forward to (OK, beside seeing relatives), was being able to go to White Castle. There still isn’t anything like it around where I live now. If there were, I would so be making this for Thanksgiving:

White Castle Stuffing

MAKES 12 SERVINGS

4  tablespoons butter
1  large white onion, peeled and diced
1/2  head celery, diced
1  pound brown mushrooms, sliced
1/2  ounce fresh sage, chopped
1  tablespoon paprika
¼  teaspoon fresh grated nutmeg
18  White Castle hamburgers (no pickles), chopped into 1-inch pieces, or 1 small loaf white bread, cubed and toasted
1  cup chicken stock
Salt and pepper

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
In a large saute pan, heat butter until foamy. Add onions and celery and cook until tender but still slightly crisp. Add mushrooms and some salt. Cook until mushrooms are brown and liquid is gone.
Add sage, paprika and nutmeg to the pan and cook until spices are fragrant.
Pour the mixture into a bowl and add diced White Castles; toss together. Put the stuffing in a baking dish and drizzle chicken stock over. Toss again and season to taste.
Bake for 20 minutes, uncovered, until the top is brown and crispy.

Rollerderby girl

November 24, 2009

A’s newest pastime:

Getting ready

Whoa! Who decided that putting wheels on shoes was a good idea?

OK, this isn’t so bad.

I spoke too soon.

Xanaduuuuuuuu!


This is why we have foam padding on the floors.

Turkey Fry #1

November 23, 2009

Last Thursday, I continued what is becoming the annual tradition of hauling all my turkey frying equipment out to the back of K’s office park to fry a couple of turkeys for her Thanksgiving party.  And believe me, nothing says Thanksgiving like two 5 gallon vats of boiling peanut oil.

Two burners, no waiting.

It’s important to have the proper equipment:
Fryers … check
Propane … check
Oil … check
Relaxation chair/beverage holder … check

The end result .. tastes like a turkey wrapped in a potato chip
Mmmmm, mmmmm, good.

And I get to do the whole things again this Thursday.  But this time, it’s for 27 friends/family coming to our house for Thanksgiving.

Yes, I did say 27.

“O” is for opinionated

November 20, 2009

The kids love show and tell at school. Each week, they bring in something that starts with the letter of the week (starting at A and working the way through the alphabet). Being somewhat catatonic when it comes to remembering what letter the class is on this week, we depend on the weekly update emails from their teacher to keep us on track (yeah, we could do something like writing down the letter of the week on a calendar, but that would take, you know, effort on our part).

Since last week had some holidays and Dad’s Day, only a third of the class got to do show and tell that week.  The letter of the week was “G”.  But, in the update email, the teacher said they were moving on to “H” this week.  I asked A what “H” object she wanted to take …

A: Dad, it’s still “G” this week.

Me: Honey, I know you didn’t get to do show and tell last week when it was supposed to be “G,” but your teacher says that this week is going to be “H.”

A: No, it’s supposed to be “G.”

Me: Well, your teacher says it’s “H” this week.

A: I think she’s wrong.

Keep questioning authority, my little one.