Nov 122017
 

Cups

Thanksgiving is around the corner, and I can’t decide whether I want to cook for twenty people or go to a Chinese buffet. I want great memories for our kids and grandkids, but do those memories have to be the warm, fuzzy, turkey dinner spread? There is nothing warm or fuzzy about cooking a turkey, to me, at least. It’s a nasty job getting it in the oven, and just as bad trying to figure out what to do with what’s left in the roaster afterward. (I heard that Martha Stewart spray-paints the turkey skeleton shiny gold and uses it for a Christmas card holder.)

The clean-up . . . I remember reading about early pioneers sometimes only having one tin cup for the entire family to share. Now that would make dinner clean-up easier. We’ve got every size sippie cup, glass, and coffee cup imaginable. I just had Bruce take down a cupboard door so I could paint it, and was stunned by all the cups we have to choose from. How did we get from one tin cup to this? I think I better get that door back on fast.

Bruce is worried I’ll kill myself with all the work, so he’s for the Chinese buffet. I can’t decide! Votes, anyone?

But I am thankful for ALL God’s blessings, even if I have too many of some of them! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Nealie 🙂

  6 Responses to “Turkey or Chinese?”

  1. How about ordering a Thanksgiving spread from Bob Evans! They do all the work, you have “traditional” food and use paper products for an easy peasy cleanup! Or not! It isn’t what you eat or how hard you work that’s creating memories. I’m sure you’ve already created plenty! Have fun and let me know what you decide. You always have been a bit unconventional!

    • Thanks for the input, my friend. 🙂 One year we did do B.E. takeout, but the slices of turkey were few and far between. (We figured that they must have had too many orders, so they divided up the turkey between all of them, lol!) If you order the whole meal, you have to reheat all of it before you can eat, and that’s a feat in itself. Joy told me today that her vote was for turkey (here), and then Hannah just let me know that they will be at her husband’s family’s house that day, so that’s seven less people. They’ll catch up with us later for pie. 🙂 I think I can do this…and live! Thanks for checking in!

  2. Making an entire meal is a ton of work; I did it once completely by myself from scratch and I don’t plan to do that again. On that note, it’s nice to share the work. Divide the dishes among all who attends. Also only plan on dishes that you really want to eat. When I made my meal I bought a single turkey breast, only one of us two ate turkey, and cooked it similar to how I would a chicken breast, so as to not worry about the entirety of a carcass.
    It’s the time spent together that makes the best memories. The only special memory I have of an actual thanksgiving dinner aside from spending time with family was learning how to cook new dishes cooking along side my Grandma to provide food for my family.

    • Thanks, Cookie! It’s “the entirety of a carcass” is exactly what puts me over the edge, lol! Loved your comments. 🙂

  3. My husband, single sister and I decided to do that a couple of years ago. We jumped in the car and went into the town six miles away from us. We were all excited we didn’t have to cook that day. At the door of the restaurant it said, Closed for Thanksgiving. Our hearts sank. We really wanted Chinese so we decided to back track 6 miles and go 6 more miles to the next town. There were 2 Chinese restaurants there! Surly one of them would be open. They were both CLOSED For THANKSGIVING! We were really hungry by then and a Bob Evens was just up the street. We jumped out of the car and practically ran to it’s door only to be greeted by a girl locking it and telling us they close early today. Going out of town on Thanksgiving Day I said, forget looking to see if McDonalds is open, I won’t stoop that low. My sister, only half joking said,”we could go to where the homeless people in town eat, I am sure they have some really good food there.” I told her I didn’t think we’d be too welcomed after pulling up to the place in the bright red Jaguar we were driving. We thought about going 20 more miles to your place Nealie, and beg for any leftovers you might have. We went back home instead, laughing all the way at ourselves for thinking Chinese people don’t celebrate Thanksgiving. Starting out, I was so proud of myself for out smarting the Holiday. Coming home, I was grateful I had some homemade Mandu soup in the freezer. I warmed that up so we could at least feel we weren’t totally denied Chinese that day.

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