In the past, my mom used to cook a meal with all the trimmings but since my family is pretty much scattered throughout Canada and some in the US, we no longer celebrate. My mom is also getting on in years and in my opinion, someone else should carry the torch. That someone is me....oh goody! I did not really want to cook a meal but I did it for Philip and am glad that I decided to do so.
I am current fighting off a cold, once again and am hoping beyond all hope it doesn't turn into another infection like it always does. I also work full time and am trying to care for a very clingy kid. It seems that since my son started kindergarten last month, he is super clingy when he is home with me. I do coddle him. Some may say I do it a little too much. I think he needs the comfort and am well aware that one day, he will soon grow out of it and I will miss giving him so much affection so I am taking advantage of his clinginess. I was in no mood to cook a big meal.
I figured having a Thanksgiving meal on the Sunday night as opposed to Monday was ideal. I got the extra day of rest and the extra day to catch up on all those dishes.
Considering my family is super easy going, I decided against using the good china, after all, I was in survival mode. I also did not make turkey because last year, we had it until Christmas and were sick of it! I made a roasted chicken instead with sweet potatoes and a Cesar salad. I was originally going to make a cake but my mom saved my ass on that one by bringing these cute Halloween themed cupcakes she bought from the local grocery store.
My husband got used to my family and our weirdness. Unlike his side of the family who tend to lean a little more towards the conservative side, we are loud, boisterous, we have inappropriate conversations at the dinner table but it is all fun. My family is so used to my quirks and never expected the good china or a big doo anyways. They didn't care that we were cramped in my kitchen or whether or not the dishes matched, which they didn't by the way. We just enjoyed each others company.
After the meal, my niece and I were on Facebook admiring all the beautiful place settings our friends did. I laughed and remarked my table. My niece pointed out the bottle of blood, the candlebra, and my skull filled with hot sauce that I leave on my table year round. We were highly amused over the fact that we forgot to remove them. Somehow, those objects would seem out of place in the homes of the more normal people for Thanksgiving but were the perfect centerpiece on my kitchen table. I immediately snapped photos of my sink filled with dishes and the table setting I have to post on Facebook. Now I am going to post them here. I want all my friends, readers, and distant family members to see how I celebrated Thanksgiving, Sylvie style. How despite the lack of tradition and fanciness, we had a great meal. That is something to be thankful for.
|I just noticed there is a hand in the picture and my collar is on the table. I took it off during the meal, haha!|
P.S. Those dishes (aside from my wine glasses) went in my dishwasher. Screw hand washing them!