Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving...
and, all through the house, everyone was sleeping. Except me.
I'm up...cooking. And I'm cooking such exciting dishes as mashed potatoes and stuffing and a bean casserole. All so I won't have to cook tomorrow, but will only reheat. And yawn. A lot.
I made my mother's famous Irish sausage stuffing. It is truly delish. For some reason, and I can't really explain it, I decided to tweak the recipe. Just one of those wild and crazy culinary moments. And now that I'm sitting here and having a small bowl of sausage stuffing (I never got around to having dinner and I almost exercised this morning, so it's not as unhealthy as it sounds), I think the tweaking may have constituted a culinary faux pas.
In happier news, I actually did some Christmas shopping today. Child #3 and Child #4 were thrilled to be dragged s-l-o-w-l-y (I'm a very slow shopper) around two stores. Maybe a little less than thrilled until we stopped for pretzels and plastic cheese sauce.
In even happier news, I have finished all my Canadian shopping. By this I mean, I have finished buying all the gifts I must send back to the homeland. This is tres wonderful because if I get the Canadian presents sent off before Thanksgiving, I get a prize.
A prize? you say. From who?
From me! I give myself a reward for good organization! I am a firm believer in positive reinforcement, and I practice what I preach. I don't know what the reward is yet, but I do know I will like it!
Did you actually send off the gifts? you ask.
No, I didn't. But I gave myself an extension until Monday. Ha! I'm covered.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I will post tomorrow (in between yawns and trying not to be grumpy to my guests due to fatigue) about a few of the things I'm thankful for.
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Wow, sounds very organised. Happy Thanksgiving, hope you're not too tired to enjoy it! :-)
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day, Happy Thanksgiving to you from the cold white north! It a veritable winter wonderland here today!
ReplyDeleteYou are too funny!! Enjoy your gift to yourself..and then get thee to a post office!! :)
ReplyDeleteI hoped that you thought of me and all of our fun times as you were peeling all those potatoes. Hope you had a good one. Our fun is still going on 8 hours later. We are still at the parents. I think Parker has about had enough Thanksgiving fun for one year. He does love the Cranberry sauce... who would have thought? Anyway... Hope you had a good one.
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Barrie,
ReplyDeleteYou are hilarious - you almost
exercised, eh? Double your helpings
of the sausage stuffing - sounds yummy - and I hope get to relax a bit tomorrow in between the hosting.
Happy American thanksgiving.
-gabe
Hi Sally! I was not too tired to enjoy Thanksgiving. And the stuffing worked out fine. Perhaps the sit in the fridge overnight did something wonderful to it? :)
ReplyDeleteGave yourself an extension until Monday, ha! That's funny stuff.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog and for the heads up on doggie wear.
You are too smart - Cooking the night before - what a concept! Will have to try that next year!
ReplyDeleteHi Barrie - nice to meet you. This was a fun post - I liked the "plastic cheese" - very funny! Hope you had a good day. See you soon. Kellan
ReplyDeleteHi Chantal! Thanks for visiting. Here it was warm and sunny. I actually had my tea in the backyard--in jeans and a t-shirt. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry! I have been up wrapping the Canadian gifts. Maybe I can squeeze in the post office tomorrow. :)
ReplyDeleteHello Psychic Niece! Yes, I did think of you because I peeled the potatoes all by myself. Wah. However, I must say that I did an excellent job! Glad you had a great Thanksgiving. Go Parker with the cranberries. None of my children would touch it!
ReplyDeleteGabe, I didn't get to relax too much. But you will be pleased to know that I wasn't the least bit cranky. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Kim! I really enjoyed your blog!
ReplyDeleteHi Kellan! Great blog. And I love that expression--on the upside!
ReplyDeleteHi Kelly! What fun blogS. Do you have as many blogs as sons? :)
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