I Am Thanksgiving Goddess, Hear Me Roar
November 25, 2008 / 11:51 am • By Dr. Melissa Clouthier
Thanksgiving brings out the grrrrrrrril in me.
I need to gear up for Thanksgiving. Here’s the menu and what I’m responsible for:
Two turkeys (one big one dries out, I’ll cook one today ahead of time to make gravy and flavor the stuffing)
Mashed Potatoes (using the recipe, again, ahead of time, given to me by Right Wing Sparkle)
Stuffing
Sweet potato-apple thing (I don’t even like them. This is for my SIL, brother and sister.)
Green bean casserole with fried onions on top of course
Dutch Apple Pie with Homemade whip cream
Decorating and cleaning the house (it’s at my house)
Airport transport
My mom:
Pumpkin pie
Rolls
Cranberry sauce
Secret-family-recipe grape salad
SIL:
Chocolate pie
Sister:
Nothing. She’s flying in from Australia and will be jet-lagged. That, and she’s even less domestic than I am.
Men:
Football & Adult beverages
Clean-up
I feel like I’m forgetting something. Oh, I’ll probably do some carrots, too, and there will be a veggie plate and crackers and stuff.
Do you notice the gender divide? Yeah, I noticed that, too. Meh. I don’t mind cooking. Usually, I’m doing everything on my mom’s list, too. This is the first time in a couple years that I’ve had help, so I’m actually looking forward to that.
Domestic goddess. That’s me.
4 Responses to “I Am Thanksgiving Goddess, Hear Me Roar”
November 25 2008 / 6:42 pm
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Tell the Mother in Law to bring some of that good red wine she is bunkering in her fridge
November 25 2008 / 9:54 pm
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My husband’s the master cook in the family; I’m the baker and queen of the leftovers(I can make some fabulous things with leftover turkey). It isn’t going to be that easy this year, because my husband is working nights, which means he won’t get up until some time after noon.
I hear ya on that sweet-potato apple thing. When my dad was alive, and my son was very small, my dad insisted on turnips for Thanksgiving. Neither my husband nor I like them. My dad insisted on giving some to my son. I wish I’d had a picture of the look on my son’s face! Needless to say, we’ve never had them since.
I don’t suppose there’s any way I can talk you out of that green bean casserole, is there? No, I didn’t think so. . .
Good luck, and have a great time.
November 26 2008 / 9:42 am
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Hey Dr. Melissa: Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family!