Thanksgiving went well. Lots of laughter. And I knocked the socks off our guests. So did my sister-in-law who made the most fabulous spicy pumpkin soup.
Everybody had a great time. Muffin Man thought it was the best Thanksgiving ever, despite the fact that he burned his foot with some hot wax while he was showing off the candle holder he made at school.
Best part of the night? Seeing 7 kids ages 4 through 13 all snuggled up like puppies on the guestroom bed to watch "Finding Nemo".
Best part of the day? That moment at 2:15 when I had absolutely nothing to do, because the ingredients for the gravy were ready but I had to wait for the turkey to come out of the oven to actually mix them together, the tables were arranged and mostly set, the noshes were being eaten, and I couldn't think of a single thing that needed to be done. That lasted until 2:20.
Best conversation? I can't think of just one.
Best Toast? Mr. Spock's. I'm still all verklempt.
It looks like the traditional game of Charades may move permanently from it's former after-dinner location to mid-afternoon. The kids all had much better energy and it eliminated a former melt-down-while-waiting-for-dinner period.
I sent gallon-sized bags of veggies, stuffing, turkey, and rice pilaf home with people (along with 3 quarts of gravy) and I still have tons of food in my fridge. And I didn't make all the food I'd planned to make, we still have bags of rutabegas and baby red potatoes that I decided not to add to the roasted veggie mix. Anyone need a rutabega?
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