So we were just finishing up dinner on Thanksgiving when I gazed lovingly across the table at my two favorite men. Otto was still working on his mashed potatoes, but Monkey was staring off into space.
And his plate was still full.
“Hey, buddy,” I said. “Aren’t you hungry?”
He roused from his… whatever it was (I want to say reverie but he was just kind of spacing out)… and said, “Huh? Not really. I’m kind of tired. Can I go upstairs and lie down for a little bit?”
Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy the turkey, all the trimmings, three kinds of pie, and a child with a fever of 101!
It worked out okay; Monkey is a very agreeable sick person, actually, so he just kind of chilled out with a book and went to bed a little early, and yesterday he was definitely lower energy than usual, but he doesn’t really complain.
On the other hand, this morning Chickadee and I are both sick, and we are giant whiners. So.
(Otto did the smart thing and fled the house immediately. I mean, sure, he had to work today, but really, I think he was running from the germs. He’s smart, that one.)
There’s not much interesting I can tell you, unless you’re interested in how many Kleenex are currently being murdered here in our house, or who whines the loudest. Apparently Thanksgiving is followed by Black Friday, and then Snot Saturday. Yay!
Anyway, several people asked for recipes, I think, after the last post (or maybe the one before?). The world’s greatest cornbread recipe is here, though my actual stuffing recipe is something I pretty much do by feel. (Toasted cornbread, some celery, lots of caramelized sweet onions, three big Granny Smiths, and lots of sage. Oh, and veggie broth and a couple of beaten eggs.) The spicy cranberry sauce recipe is here. And using buttermilk instead of butter and milk for mashed potatoes is awesome (this is the first year I’ve done it). Just make sure to heat the buttermilk before you use it, otherwise it’ll separate.
Wow, I’m like a helpful cooking sort of person. Except for the part where I just point you at some online recipes and then go drink some tea and crawl back into bed.
Today I am making turkey stock and moving very slowly, but the children are very pleased to be spending the day in pajamas and watching endless amounts of television. And the newly-indignant vegetarian has a stuffy nose, so I don’t even have to listen to complaints about the smell of turkey filling the house again.
Oh, no. I must be delirious —I just laughed at something on The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. Hold me.