Happy After Thanksgiving to You!
We attended two large family gatherings with LOTS of food over the weekend.
According to my cousin Erin there were no less than 60 people in attendance on Thanksgiving day.
And our Thanksgiving eve dinner only had a measly 30 people (insert sarcastic tone).
I had high hopes of accomplishing several projects over the long weekend, but alas 5 loads of laundry and cleaning more dishes than I would like to think about is about all I got done.
And I did not unpack a single Christmas decoration.
But I did roast my first “on sale after Thanksgiving turkey (breast).”
And it was a success. I used my own variation of the pioneer woman’s brine before I roasted it for 2 1/2 hours.
After I carved the turkey, I put the meat in meal-sized portions in the freezer, and then I made 14 cups of turkey stock from the bones for lots of soup this winter.
We did take a trip to Target for some (un) Black Friday shopping on Saturday. We had signed up to buy 4 teenage boy gifts for a ministry to low income families this Christmas through our church.
And I did not feel confident buying $30 gifts for teenage boys so I took all the teenage boys in our house and kid-at-heart husband with me to pick stuff out.
And let me tell you, it reminded me why I usually shop by my 5′ 2″ self. Somehow shopping with people over six foot is awkward. Or looks awkward. Or something.
But we survived and come home with the gifts.
I forgot to mention a few weeks ago that someone backed into my car.
It did not do any cosmetic damage, but since then my driver’s side headlight has a mind of its own.
It occasionally just shuts off.
Anyway, Joe tackled the project of changing the bulb, and I would like to report that it no longer has a mind of its own.
And lastly, I have been working with a decorating client for a few months now on odds and ends around her house.
I am currently searching for the perfect mirror for her master-bedroom.
Sunday afternoon I had planned to run to two more stores in search of the perfect mirror.
Well I was so focused on finally finding the perfect one that I put cookies in the oven and promptly walked out the door.
Forty-five minutes later I remember the cookies in the oven, by that time they were hockey pucks.
But do you know what? The boys ate them anyway!