Practice Thanksgiving

Tonight was “Practice Thanksgiving” or “Friendsgiving” with our friends.  My husband worked all day on the turkey and just as it was finished being carved and placed on the platter, we dashed off in the car, trying to get the turkey to the party while it was still hot and juicy.

We’ve done this for a good number of years now and I’ve started looking forward to the “family recipe” dishes people bring to the meal.  I ate some of everything and overate by a large margin for the day.   I’m trying to keep my eyes open as I write this.  

My son was pre-medicated with Benadryl as our friends have six cats (they adopted the sixth cat only today) and my son has a histamine reaction to cats.   By the time we were wrapping up with dinner, my son and daughter were tired and ready to go home.  

We have leftover turkey and a carcass.   I’m thinking about making stock tomorrow—something I’ll need to figure out how to do.   I may not though as we have a busy day with my daughter’s birthday party and a cake/cupcake decorating class at the house that my husband is giving to a friend’s daughter.

Off to bed with me—a food coma is calling softly to me to go to bed.

The Big Boy Update:  Yesterday I came in to find my son looking at his iPad.   He looked up, hopeful he wouldn’t get in trouble and said, “I’m looking at my iPad because today was Friday.”   He was correct and he is allowed to use his iPad on the weekends, so I told him he was correct and it was fine to use his iPad as long as he didn’t complain about putting it away when it was time for his music lesson.   He agreed and when Chelsea arrived he calmly and without complaint put the iPad away.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter said in the car on the way home tonight, “hey day, you and Papa are twins.   Papa has car candy and you have car candy.”