Saturday, December 1, 2007

The First Thanksgiving

On the first thanksgiving, the woman of the house's twin sister came to visit and prepare the fine repast. A mighty pot of bubbling mincemeat was prepared using the finest dried fruits in the land, as well as the oldest Scotch in existence from the man of the house's elderly aunt's house (Goddess rest her soul).

The frozen Butterball was defrosted for many moons. It rested in the downstairs, elderly Frigidaire, decoupaged with shelf-liner daisies and laced with rust.
The house was prepared for an influx of family from across the state. As the tired homeowners tried to whip their box-filled home into shape, things started to happen that were as miraculous as Rion being able to avoid putting five packets of sugar in her coffee! The small display cases on the mantle were filled with small objects collected by PJ. The artwork and tribal masks were hung. Alas, there were still no mug-racks mounted, but the location started to shape up.

As the evening wore on, dishes were washed and rewashed, five pounds each of carrots, potatoes, celery, and onions were all chopped. Potatoes were cooked, peeled, and mashed (yes, in that order, my Grandma's method). Two versions of stuffing and potatoes were prepared (one avoiding lactose, the other vegetarian). And ah, the twins and the PJ were tired.

The next day they awoke in time to wrassle the 28 pound turkey out of it's latex sexwear, rinse it, remove the plastic bags of internal organs and the neck, salt and pepper it, stuff the cavities with chopped onions and celery, and cover it with an equally sensuous double crossed layer of non-organic bacon (sorry folks, couldn't go OG with the turkey, too expensive).

After a coffee break, the house began to get a little cleaner, and the last minute details like kittie hairballs were taken care of. The television kindly provided America's Parade from downtown Detroit.

Then guests began to arrive and it was all a blur. There was bagged stuffing to prepare, jelled cranberry to locate (not my preference), dishes to reheat, and crescent rolls to roll and cook. There were drinks to be delivered and pets underfoot.

Ah, what a marvelous family (although we lacked many individuals from the Chesbro clan),
a marvelous house, a marvelous first Oakwood thanksgiving, amongst all the chaos, pots, and the pans.

1 comment:

FranIAm said...

I have not been around so how cool to come by and see this.

Looks fabulous!!!