Turkey Day

I know it is totally niave of me to think (perhaps even totally ridiculous!) that you have all been waiting and waiting for a new post from me. I am like the boy that hasn't called you back since......hmmm...haven't posted since September. It would appear that I am just not that into you.

But appearance are deceiving internet! I have been thinking about you alot! So today I said, "Dear Life, I don't care how you are busy with other things. I am going to write a blog on my lunch break whether you like it or not. Love, ME."

So, Thanksgiving.

My story begins about 2 weeks ago. When I realized, "Hey, I am cooking my very first Thanksgiving all by myself for like 6 whole people this year. I should probably get on buying a turkey." Translation: Husband, go pick out a turkey while I shop for other fun things because I am avoiding the fact that I HAVE TO COOK THANKSGIVING DINNER THIS YEAR. Result: 21lbs turkey, curtosey my husband's ability to shop with his eyes and stomach only. GIANT.

Fast forward to the Sunday before Thanksgiving. Oh hey, big giant turkey. I should probably start thawing you out now because you are ONLY 21lbs and I probably should have started a week ago.

Fast forward to Tuesday morning. Oh hey, big giant turkey. WHY ARE YOU DEFROSTED ALREADY? ISN'T THAT SUPPOSED TO TAKE FOREVER! Oh yea, and thanks for the turkey blood all over my fridge. Lucky for you I didn't have anything important on that shelf. I will get you back...just wait until THURSDAY.



So Thanksgiving finally roles around. I have been terrified all week mind you. Conjuring up plan B, C, and D because the turkey defrosted too early and therefore DINNER WAS RUINED.

But thanks it large part to Mrs. AMAZING MEYERS dinner went off without a hitch. Better than that....it was delightful, moist, carby dinner yummyness. And Mrs. AMAZING MEYERS did pretty much everything. Turkey - delicious thanks to her stuffing knowledge. Cannied yams - amazing thanks to her knowledge of ol' family recipes (BUTTER). Cranberry Sauce-unreal thanks to her knowledge of knowing how to make freakin cranberry sauce. From SCRATCH (that means our cranberry sauce did NOT look like the can it came out of! Cause it didn't come out of a can!). I am all kinds of jealous of her knowledge, but greatful I did not have to resort to plan B, C or D (Hello Boston Market? Is it too late to order a whole dinner 3pm on Thanksgiving day?).

                                                   

But! I did accomplish something myself!

It is called Turtle Pumpkin Pie. Aka cheaters pumpkin pie because there is no baking involved!

All you need:

Pre-made graham cracker crust

Vanilla instant jello pudding

Pre-made pumpkin puree

CARMAL SAUCE....nom nom nom

A little of this and a little of that (cause a gourmet chef NEVER gives away her secrets ...hehe)

and INSTANT PIE

So all in all : Thanksgiving just got OWNED. Housewife adventures style.

The Week in Rewind

Well there would have been at least two blog post last week. If my phone hadn't been all, "Dear Kelsey, I hate you and am going to stop letting you email pictures to yourself. By the way, I will keep working in all other areas except the way you want me to." Then I had to be all, "Dear phone, please don't hate me. If you work for me just this once I promise to not call tech support and waste hours of my time and yours to hear them ask me, 'Maam have you tried turning your phone off and turning it back on.''--I had a very compelling argument to say the least and now my phone loves me again-yay! So heres what you missed:

Sunday/ Monday ish (of last weekish):

I was doing my normal singing like Cinderella as I unloaded the dishwasher, "tra la la this is my favorite thing to do EVER"-when I came across a kitchen quandary if you will. I was putting the utensils away when I noticed that there are clearly one too many slotty thingies.

Exibit A

What the heck! Does anyone know what that extra slotty thing is for?!?

Sometimes, to mix it up I have TWO fork drawers instead. I know, livin on the wild side.....

Wednesday/Thursday ish-

I call my husband as I get off of work. And I am all, "Tra la la-work is my favorite thing EVER," basically the same thing I say everyday. And he is all, "Guess what! I did laundry!" When I get home an hour later (yes, yes this IS how long it takes me to get home...you may start feeling bad for me now) guess where all the lovely exciting loads o laundry goodnees are??? On top of my glorious bed. It is like the piles are just sitting there, taunting me-MmMMM this bed is sooo comfy, it is too bad there isn't enough room on here for both of us....oh well...MMmmm. Thanks HONEY.

Saturday-

I made a wonderful, delicious, tasty, fantastic, throw-everything-in-and-viola-you-have-dinner-crock-pot-meal!

First, I chopped things up (thanks to SLAP CHOP, the best birthday gift ever! thanks patrick!).

Then, I threw stuff in.

Then, I hit "On".

Then, I was all, "Tra la la- this was the best dinner-EVER".

The End.