I Am Thanksgiving Goddess, Hear Me Roar

Thanksgiving brings out the ggrrrrrrrrrrrril in me.

I need to gear up for Thanksgiving. Here’s the menu and what I’m responsible for:

Two turkeys (one big one dries out, I’ll cook one today ahead of time to make gravy and flavor the stuffing)
Mashed Potatoes (using the recipe, again, ahead of time, given to me by Right Wing Sparkle)
Stuffing
Sweet potato-apple thing (I don’t even like them. This is for my SIL, brother and sister.)
Green bean casserole with fried onions on top of course
Dutch Apple Pie with Homemade whip cream
Decorating and cleaning the house (it’s at my house)
Airport transport

My mom:
Pumpkin pie
Rolls
Cranberry sauce
Secret-family-recipe grape salad

SIL:
Chocolate pie

Sister:
Nothing. She’s flying in from Australia and will be jet-lagged. That, and she’s even less domestic than I am.

Men:
Football & Adult beverages
Clean-up

I feel like I’m forgetting something. Oh, I’ll probably do some carrots, too, and there will be a veggie plate and crackers and stuff.

Do you notice the gender divide? Yeah, I noticed that, too. Meh. I don’t mind cooking. Usually, I’m doing everything on my mom’s list, too. This is the first time in a couple years that I’ve had help, so I’m actually looking forward to that.

Domestic goddess. That’s me.

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