It’s my favorite holiday, but not for the reasons one might think. First off, my little family gets together. There aren’t many of us, but that doesn’t matter. My nieces are still young enough to truly be fun and we enjoy food and games. There are no gifts involved, so that bitter jealousy doesn’t usually come up (like it does at Christmas) over stuff. Mostly though, it is the one day (there are others, of course) that I get to think about how, despite all the crappy day to day things, I am thankful for my family.
Usually, I am responsible for the potatoes. One year, I mashed them. Another year, I got those fingerling potatoes (but was warned not to tell my nieces what they were called). Yet another year, I added horseradish and sour cream.
I’ve been back home for about 4 hours, so I can finally write about it. I decided to do creamed potatoes because I had the cream! I put about eight potatoes through the glorious Magimix 3150and then boiled them for 8 minutes. After draining them, I mixed the potatoes with the cream and some Parmesan cheese that I grated in the glorious Magimix 3150! They baked in the oven for 30 minutes.
I went over to the Kroger on Red Bluff (in Pasadena) hoping to buy another turkey for 37 cents a pound (I have one already that I will cook tomorrow) for the puppy girls. No luck. There was not a single turkey in the store — not even the slightly more expensive ones. Actually, virtually all of the meat was gone from the meat department. Opportunity lost, I guess.
At times it is difficult to stay cheerful on Thanksgiving. I was reasonably successful until the bitter end. Mom and sis were in full ‘we work harder than anyone on the planet/where are they (my brother, sister-in-law and nieces) mode. My sister naps while we wait for them to show up and then begrudges my sister-in-law’s nap after we have dinner. She also is markedly upset that the in-laws have already done the turkey-made-with-hand-print thing with the girls earlier in the day. She almost loses it when she finds out that my brother — traitor! — has taught the in-laws our family’s super-duper secret card game. Sigh.
I am funny, per usual. My oldest niece decides that I am weird, or rather ‘werd’ as she wrote it down. After she’s said that for the hundredth time, I suggest that she ask my mom/granny about that. Mom/granny, under slight duress, agrees with me that I am not weird. Just funny ha ha. That same niece hasn’t figured out the difference between being a good card player and cheating. I have faith that she will eventually. We all learned from the pro — my mom — the best card/42 player EVAR. Mom even made some moves today that reminded me of her past glory at larger family gatherings — when more of our family was alive.
Middle niece was under the weather and kept to herself/slept most of the time. She’s still shy, until she remembers were both middle kids and have a connection. I have to make that connection with her each time. I do it through telling stories. She’s got a great imagination.
The littlest one is a riot. At one point, I was looking for each person’s placemat — we made our own this year — and I asked, into the air, where’s granny’s? Littlest one didn’t catch the ‘s’, pointed over my shoulder and said, “She’s there!” And so she was. Littlest one also caused a bit of jealousy later by simply wanting to play with freaking BARBIES. Older sisters were ugly about it, per usual. Later my sweet girl rocked herself in my grandmother’s rocker. With a couple of non-Barbie dolls, of course.