LOL - I think the best thing about cooking oopsies is that in the end, it really doesn't affect the day with- family
I once again somehow managed to not get the durned turkey cooked. Twelve pounds, put in at 10:30, should've been done at 1:45. I usually leave it in a bit longer, just to be safe. 2:30 pulled it out, got the last pies in, let the bird rest.... the juice was still pink (thermometer read 180 in thigh - should've been okay). ARGH!!! Long story short, we finally just ate sides and pie (all perfectly delicious) at 5:00, and husband had a turkey sandwich at 7:00 (pulled the stupid thing out of the oven at 6:30). I was aggravated because I actually started defrosting it on Monday, so that wasn't the problem. I don't know... but I did tell husband that if he buys next year's turkey, it has to be Butterball. For some reason, those are the only ones that I can get right.
But the kids.... oh my goodness, they just crack me up. Had a similar problem with- the bird several years ago (though that time was my fault, forgot to defrost it before Wed nite), so that year we actually ended up eating corn dogs (only thing in the house) for Thanksgiving.
First words out of thank you's mouth when he got here yesterday were "so.... when are the corn dogs being served??" I was NOT going to go the corn dog route again, LOL. The kids were all just fine with- the sides and pie meal, but they did give me a lot of ribbing about not getting their corn dogs. They feel it should become our traditional T-day meal. Funny funny kids. I can only imagine the stories they're going to tell
their kids.
It was an absolutely wonderful day, one of the best in recent history. Kids together and having a good time. They are turning into some very cool people and my heart was just so full watching them goof around all day. They are very very neat people.
I was feeling a bit blue Wednesday because I realized that in almost 23 years of marriage, we have not spent a single major holiday with family. Not one. Felt a bit sad for my kids, missing out on that extended family thing. But after the Wild Turkey for husband's egg nog hit me on the head when I opened the fridge door and then proceeded to douse the entire kitchen floor, and with the raw turkey disaster yet again, I'm now thinking maybe it's best that the only witnesses to my incompetence are the ones who love me best, LOL. And it made me feel so lucky to watch them all together, and to be given a group hug by the 3 younger ones when we declared the turkey inedible (I disappear in them now, with the boys nearing 6'5" and Diva my height).... very very lucky.