We’re having a relatively quiet Thanksgiving at home this year. Just the three of us. It’s definitely weird. We usually always have plans. Whether it’s having people over, or going somewhere else. I personally like going somewhere else, because it minimizes the cooking I have to do. I don’t mind it, but if I can get out of it? I will.
Mac actually did invite us over, but I fear that it wasn’t actually Mac who invited us over, but a robot version of Mac, because she’s not exactly fond of kids, and I can pretty much guarantee that a toddler would make her want to kill herself before she got to enjoy her precious stuffing. I can’t really subject a person who’s awkward around kids to my very busy and curious child. I’m not sure that’s the kind of diversion from her in-laws she was wishing for.
Years ago, my mother would actually host Thanksgiving, as they’re never home at Christmas. This year there are other family issues, and she’s in the process of redoing her kitchen. So we took it upon ourselves to just have a quiet family Thanksgiving. Part of me misses having a big Thanksgiving, as it’s one of the few holidays I get so spend with my highly dysfunctional family and I kind of like it. Inevitably, someone will start talking about poop at the dinner table, and another one will laugh so hard that their beverage will spout out of their nose. You just can’t not look forward to that. But this year will be our last Thanksgiving as a family of three. Certainly not a bad thing, but I try to cherish these last few months with just the Mini.
Tomorrow will definitely not be fancy. Turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes, some vegetables. Very traditional. I’m not even doing sweet potatoes this year, in an effort to minimize everything. In preparation, I made the cranberry sauce ahead of time. I’ve never made cranberry sauce from scratch, not for any other reason than I just never have. I’m always responsible for some other dish. People, no one has ever told me how stupid and ridiculously EASY cranberry sauce is. Had I known, I would have made it every god damn year, and WHY are people still eating that foul canned gelatinous mess if it’s that easy? Because “sauce” should not wiggle like that. And you should not be able to slice it and arrange it like a loaf of bread. I’m just saying.
I also made some dip for appetizers and thanks to this asshole, I’m now craving shrimp. Thanks again, whore, now I have to make another trip to the grocery store.