November 26, 2003

Hey, Kim, shouldn’t you be at yoga?

Why yes, dear Reader, I should. But tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day, and I have a dinner to get ready for.

Mom does Christmas day. Sue does Christmas Eve. But Thanksgiving is MINE. Granted, I’m only cooking for four, but I like to go all out. I break out the — well, let’s not use the word break. I TAKE out my Lenox china, polish up my silver, and get cooking. Here’s tomorrow’s menu…

  • Turkey (natch)
  • Roasted Garlic Mashed Potatoes
  • Macaroni and Cheese
  • Green Bean Casserole
  • Stuffing
  • Cranberry Sauce (in convenient can-shaped form!)
  • Corn
  • Dinner rolls
  • Pumpkin Pie
  • Apple Cobbler (recipe to be determined tomorrow)

    Tonight I polished the silver, washed the china, scrubbed spots out of the rug (mutters about juvenile delinquent dog) and put the leaf in the table.

    Mom’ll come over around 11 tomorrow to help me wrestle with the turkey. I hate tearing the gut-bag out of the bird. Drives me crazy. I think then I’ll make the macaroni and cheese and the mashed potatoes ahead of time. Dinner should be at 5ish. If all goes well, that is.

    Then, after dinner, the boys will sack out on the sofa and watch football. Mom and I will dig through the sales circulars in the paper and make our Black Friday plan of attack. Every year on Black Friday, Mom and I start shopping at dawn. We’re the village idiots that you see on the news and in the papers. Yes, we’ve waited in a parking lot at 5:30 am for a store to open. It’s pure consumer bliss. Maybe I’ll bring the camera around and chronicle our day.

    (Kim sucks down more of her Starbuck’s peppermint mocha and prays for the caffeine to kick in)

    OK…much to do. I want to get my Dept 56 Christmas in the City collection up on the mantle for tomorrow. I’m trying to get the hospital off of eBay. You may recall my Godless town of Turberville from last year. It has a nightclub, casino, restaurant, police station, drug store (in honor of David’s former job), two restaurants, a bookstore, and a newspaper (in honor of my job). I think after a wild night on the town, the hospital would be the next logical thing. And it would be in honor of David’s current job. I’m also going to get the little ale-wagon too. 😉

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