Thanksgiving was Damn Near Perfect

As I mentioned before in this blog, Brian and I do Thanksgiving very differently at Castle Curley: we stay home, in our pajamas, cook our own meal, that we share with the critters, watch football and/or movies at our whim, and do not have guests unless they adhere to our strict dress code: they must wear pajamas, or at least something very comfortable like an old sweat suit.

Brian likes to get up early to have a cup of coffee and read comic books to ease into the day. He started the herbed bread in its machine, along with topping it with an Italian cheese blend. I slept in until the puppies woke me at pee-o’clock (yes, that is a specific time; ask anyone owned by dogs).

Due to the fact that the stove that came with our beautiful old house was avocado, and thus about as old as I am, and it no longer had any functioning oven door handles, we used some of the money we borrowed from the Bank of Dad (more on that in a later entry, but we had some emergency roof repairs) to buy a new stove. The first time we used it, I bombed making gravy (don’t ask; probably just too much fat). On Thanksgiving, Brian used the stove and the oven to cook the gravy (packet) and bird (turkey breast) and pie (can of Libby’s).

The only thing made from scratch is the pie crust because my family has an easy recipe that even I can’t mess up. I use the microwave for the Stove Top stuffing and instant mashed potatoes (with some minced onion added in for extra flavor).

We had to put the plates for the dogs in separate rooms, otherwise Nina would have eaten both plates of turkey. The plate for the cats went on the secretary in the foyer that the cats can jump on, but the dogs can’t reach.

We were surprised during the football games that the Detroit Lions were so dominant over the Philadelphia Eagles. As much as I hate to root for the Dallas Cowboys, I was hoping they’d beat the Carolina Panthers for what Cam Newton did to a Packer fan’s sign earlier in the season. Didn’t happen. As is our tradition, neither Brian nor I saw the second half of Cowboys game due to a nice, long nap.

The only bad item to the day was the Chicago Bears at Green Bay Packers. The Packers had a nice half-time celebration to retire #4 in honor of Brett Favre, but unfortunately my team (yes, I am a shareholder) lost. 

Pog ma thoin!
-Lori

“A game that requires the constant conjuring of animosity.” – Vince Lombardi, On football, New York Times (10 Dec 1967). Which, in my opinion, makes it perfect for Thanksgiving. – L.