We came. We ate. We conquered…several helpings in one day. Turkey Day aka Dia del Pavo 2010 was good.
People lost their feet in the dishes served up with consistent goodness. My sister, who was sick and couldn’t even smell or taste still did a wonderful job. She complained that she couldn’t tell if things were good. I reassured her (before even tasting) that things would be fine. When you cook from memory and not recipe…it’s consistent every time…unless you get heavy-handed or you experiment. I very rarely taste food in the process. By eye, I can tell what’s just right.
I didn’t cook this year. I peeled potatoes for potato salad and that’s it. Pots, foiled pans and plastic containers were filled with individual contributions for yesterday’s dinner. I was particularly looking forward to the mac-n-cheese made by sis and the stuffing made by mom. I also had a hankering for the smoked turkey my grandmother orders from Fiji every year. As usual it was good…even though this year…he was a tad skinty. Someone didn’t feed that fowl. O_O
My grandmother came out of her comfort zone (barely) and spent the night over. On the other hand, she had us watching back to back court television. O_O Then game shows O_O LOL. My grandmother can be a tad rigid in her routine. VH1Soul was on when we entered my sister’s house…and immediately…it was too loud. ::good ole grandma:: 🙂
Eventually, we got into a movie…Grown Ups (to which my grandmother excused herself and went to bed, lol). We laughed at that. Actually, the first movie up for viewing was “Eat. Pray. Love”, but my cousin and grandmother heckled from the peanut gallery until I told my sister to put in the comedy. Since I’m actually in mid-read of Eat. Pray. Love…I thought maybe that was a good thing so that I could read first, watch next. *still rolling my eyes at them* lol
I have to say…not hearing my other grandmother’s voice on that day was…quiet. Even if I didn’t always get to SEE her…I always called and had her run down what she’d cooked and served. If folks visited…If she’d gone out. She’d ask the same. If Thanksgiving landed me in her town, I’d try my best to get someone to take me to see her. There was a bottomless, irreplaceable void this year. I called my dad…knowing this is his first holiday season without her, too. He’d spent it with his brother and sister-in-law. I was glad for that. I hate that we live so far and that my inability to drive puts me so far out of the way of visiting frequently. Maybe a lunch date with dad is in store soon. I’ll invite him up and we can go to Applebee’s or some dad-friendly spot. lol
I was very thankful for the time I got to spend with my mom, sis, her boyfriend, my aunt, my cousin, his girlfriend and my one remaining grandmother. Even in her sometimes unbending ways, I still smile at her when she isn’t looking and shake my head. She’s 77…she’s not going to change. What CAN change…is her being here. So, I just bite my tongue and let her do what she does and be happy for her getting on my nerves and everyone else’s nerves…because one day, we’ll bargain for a chance for her to stand tight-rope style on our last, thin nerve.
I hope you all enjoyed your holiday…sorry for the day late, dollar short blog on the holiday. Took me a minute to write it. lol
Well, I’m home.
Had “Thanksgiving” dinner at my sister’s house. Mom and I found our way up there earlier today and spent the entirety of the day there.
Sis made macaroni & cheese, baked ziti, candied yams, potato salad, red beans & rice, sweet potato pie and banana pudding.
Mom made ham, turkey wings, dressing/stuffing, collard greens and the gravy.
I made a pot roast w/carrots & potatoes…yep. The “cook” of the family was designated ONE dish. LOL
We ate, laughed, watched “Four Christmases” and “I Am Legend” (which neither my mom or I had seen yet) and laughed our asses off at Vince Vaughn…the nut.
I am not big on Thanksgiving and what it stands for…never have. You can cloak it in the reason for thanks all you like, it still symbolizes one of the many times a people have been culturally robbed of their rightful legacies. Yet, I indeed go where the love is. Going to wherever I can gather with the loved ones I rarely see anymore is something I wont pass up on. I went an entire 8 1/2yrs of being alienated from my family due to a relationship choice…I won’t do that again. Also, considering that people are running their own separate lives…it’s of the utmost importance to me to cherish these moments of togetherness. For what it’s worth…we’ll do this in the summertime for no reason at all…the menu will just be different.
I hope you all enjoyed your day. Much love to you!
*running in and sliding behind laptop*
Well, I’ve been out gathering the goods for Thursday’s Bird Worship. I had to get a few things, like the pot roast, carrots and potatoes for one of the main dishes. Mom scooped up a “fat hawg” as Paula Deen says…along with some of the BIGGEST damn turkey wings known to man. I’m launching a full investigation into the missing ostrich, vulture or hawk…possibly lost in the vicinity of the mercado in my city. lol
It never fails that a day or so before and after holidays…people get right down ignorific. One woman in Stop n Shop kept cutting my mom off like we were on the highway and she was driving her classic C class Mercedes and my mom was driving a broke down Civic. Clearly she don’t know my mom…shit…we drive a Camry, dude! LOL My mother is a minister…but, um…she still got a little kuntree girl in her. TRUST, she ain’t wrapped too tight. It could’ve been her arse. THEN, when we were about to pull up in a spot near the mercado…this chick swerves into the spot we were going to park in. I KNOW that heffa saw my mom angling for that spot. Funny how she pretended to be fixing her wack ass hair when we pulled past her slow like this was Boyz n the Hood in that bitch. We from a NC tribe called Whup-a-hoe!
I got the Nilla Wafers I promised sis I’d buy (if I wanted banana pudding) LOL. I’m ready to eat already. You know what I’m most hungry for? Stuffing. And sis’ mac n cheese. It’s dangerous man…it’ll make you smack a black mama…you gotta know you’re going to your grave and this is just WORF the trip. LMAO
Any who and any how…I’m hungry and will be having a cheese dog for dinner. DAMN I cant wait for the feast…leftovers will make my weekend PERFECTO!
So, there’s my obligatory blog for the day. Toodles Boo Boos 🙂