Thursday, Nov. 23, 2006
Gobbling All The Way
I hope that everyone is having a wonderful Thanksgiving (if you're in the US) and for my friends outside the US, that you're seeing a great start to the weekend.
It's been an interesting day here at WildRosie's place. Dinner is being cooked outdoors on a gas grill, which we figured meant 7 hours or thereabouts for a big bird, maybe more.
Little did anyone suspect it would be nearer three hours to get the sucker done almost to the point of incineration. Since that turned out to be the case, we had to rush around to catch up with the rest of the meal, while aforementioned turkey sits cooling its heels. And its breasts and so on.
Oh hush, you know what I mean.
Neither MC nor I were expecting a traditional Thanksgiving dinner here, all things considered, so it was a pleasant surprise last night to come home to see one humongous bird lying in wait for today's feast.
Of course our arrival after work last night precipitated a turnaround trip to the grocery store, whereupon I proceeded to spend ungodly-dollars to 1) stock up on some sales items and 2) pick up a few odds and ends that Rosie forgot on her earlier expedition. We ended up getting home pretty late, but Rosie's commodious kitchen - pantry and two fridges - are now stockpiled with almost any kind of goodie you'd care to name. Including (naturally) plenty of corn.
The only diversion from what I consider a normal Thanksgiving dinner is Rosie's and Zeb's preference for fake potatoes (the instant stuff) over the real deal; but all things considered, I have absolutely nothing to complain about.
It's a bit odd for MC, of course, as there's not an equivalent holiday where he grew up. He knows about Thanksgiving, having lived in the US for XX years. But it doesn't carry the same emotional impact as for most people native to the country. We were talking last night about the ups and downs of his returning to his old job, which will keep him on the road more than not. I said something about hoping he'll at least be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Now what MC lacks in his feelings toward Thanksgiving, he more than makes up for it in his attitudes about Christmas. I didn't suspect last year how much it meant to him. This year I'm beginning to learn, though. He grew up in a very different family than I did; one where love was the way of life and where the kids were cared for and knew their parents adored each other. Christmas was, for them, really the magical holiday presented in what I always figured were overly saccharine television shows here. He's promising me the moon in a couple of more Christmases, and while I keep reminding him that I don't need the moon to keep me happy, he's pretty darned insistent.
But I digress, as usual.
MC told me the company where he worked/will work is really good about getting their people home for Christmas, if nothing else. He is indifferent enough to Thanksgiving that it's a bit more iffy whether or not he'll try to head home for that, but I guess I can live with that, all things considered. If I made a big deal of it, he'd probably find a way - but I'm not going to do that. I appreciate what he does already, and respect him too much to resort to manipulation.
I've been back and forth with this for a while and am going to have to call it a day here. Between the need to get stuff done for Thanksgiving dinner, and the need to find some answers with regard to an ongoing hosting issue, I gotta reroute my focus.
One last side note:
You Are Lemon Meringue Pie
You're the perfect combo of sassy and sweet|
Those who like you have well refined tastes
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )