Over the course of the last week, I've been contemplating attempting a "live" blog posting, as we prepare our Thanksgiving feast. Since most of the bigger plans we undertake end up as a series of boggled misadventures, I thought, if nothing else it would be good for a few "lol"s for you all.
Slapsgiving 2009. omg look at all those freakin' white walls!
This is probably a horrible idea, and end up being terribly unfunny, and I'll have to delete it and hide in shame from the 3 of you who might be reading blogs today. But that's just the risk I'm willing to take.
Allow me to update you on the day thus far:
4:39 am - I am awake. I don't know why. Kittens are meowing outside our door. Must. Ignore. Supreme cuteness.
7:39 am - Unable to sleep, finished reading a novel, and finally arose. Informed by hubbers that the kittens knocked over a 3 foot tall shelving unit during the night. How was it THAT wasn't what woke me?
8:03 am - Have realized the ingredients forgotten for today's meal are preventing any action on the cooking front, have declared emergency trip to grocery store. Inhaling coffee to make the trip bearable, and made the decision to execute said "live blog post." (at least now you know how ended up here.)
9:14 am - Safely returned from grocery store, despite facing this:
(look, here's a photo, Stef!)
9:15 am - Realized forgot whipped cream. crap.
9:17 am - Gorge on sugary breakfast. Now hyper, and boiling eggs.
9:53 am - Spilt some, but pies are in the oven. Punkin pie filling smells pretty good, even when it's burning.
First attempted punkin pies ever.
10:01 am - Choppy chop veggies. It's almost time to stuff you!
10:04 am - Pull turkey out of freezer. Open 'er up to find guts are frozen and immovalbe inside. Hubbers is not happy.
10:53 am - Finally put turkey to rest in a bed of butter, butter and more butter.
10:55 am - My pies are cracked. Shit. Panda says this is a sign of a bad pie. dammit.
11:00 am - Put giant yams (sweet potatoes? whatever.) in to roast for a billion minutes. Contemplating a nap, but those eggs aren't going to devil themselves (are they? seriously, it'd be really great if they could).
11:01 am - Anyone else feel like Al Roker is really just phoning it in today? "If you want to know what your weather is like, well go on the Internet or cable." Gee. Thanks, dude.
11:23 am - Realizing I don't have cream for twice bake yams (sweet potatoes. whatever.). Guess the boys are getting the low fat version this year.
12:00 pm ish - Pulled out yams (sweet potatoes. whatever.). I love that oozey gooey thing they do.
12:01 pm - Starting to look distinctly more turkey-ish.
12:44 pm - Time to watch Mythbusters and smash up some yam-a-roos. Also, more coffee. Lots more coffee. And sugar (altho, let's not discuss how many cinamon rolls i've consumed today. k? thnxbai.) This no sleep thing is starting to get to me...
12:53 pm - WHY does the therm-o-meter say this turkey is done 2 hours early?! (Emily! totally died when i read your comment b/c it's the SAME DEAL!) It should be a 4 hour roast, not 2. I know my Nesco stand-alone roaster is the shizz, but SRSLY. Whatever. I'm leaving it in there. Pout pout pout.
1:50 pm - Yams (sweet potatoes. whatever.) peeled, smooshed, stuffed back in their shells, ready to baked all over again. Now, time for a pickled nosh.
2:00 pm - Trying to fight it. So tired. Brother-in-law coming over 2 hours early. Whatever. As long as he brings the whipped cream I forgot.
2:27 pm - omg BIL is here, and it's madden football time, apparently. You should probably just kill me now.
4:03 pm - ok I've failed at keeping you up to date these last 2 ish hours. I'll be back after finally eating, to recap. I'll leave you with this little gem for now: BIL (picks up thigh bone, pokes brother repeatedly): "LOOK! I'm boning my brother." Yep.
{ stay tuned for updates, if you dare. mwa hahahahahaaa! }
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