Blush and Bashful

I would also like to note that I have been to the grocery store every single day since Monday. And because I was too ditzy to buy even an extra onion, I need to go to the store again so I can make stock from the turkey carcass.

I am okay with going to the store. I'm not excited about leaving the joy that is my pajamas. Mawr.

I also want to try to make a rice gelato. There's this great place downtown that has it. And I have the glorious KAMICA. I'm going to make my mom's rice pudding and see what happens when I KAMICA it.

But first I need to put dishes away and load other dishes. It's about 95% clean. Which, I can't say enough how exciting I find that.

Everything was lovely yesterday. Everyone came over, we snacked on mini-quiche, crudities, and the fantastic cheese/cracker spread Sarah brought over. Someday I will learn how to get everything out on the table, simultaneously, at the perfect temperature. But for now, I'll just continue cooking for people who aren't picky.

We played a couple of rounds of Apples to Apples, which was awesome. And then--dinner time. And of course, the traditional silly picture of Emma. I love her for being such a good sport. (*blows kiss*)

Then movie time --we watched the sapalicious A League of their Own, and I packaged up leftovers and put away food. Then: dessert! Michael'd brought a fantastic pumpkin pie and I'd made the carrot cake cheesecake.

Hobbes was particularly taken with Michael. They almost ran away together, except Hobbes is a slut for chicken slices in gravy, and I had the can opener.

Um. The turkey is done. It apparently cooked faster than the allotted 20min per pound. Now what the hell do I do? We're supposed to eat at 3!

I can't believe it cooked that fast. It's over EIGHTEEN POUNDS!!!

God. The bird is so enormous that it fills pretty much the entire oven. I really should take out the bottom-most rack, but then I won't be able to bake the quiches. Kathleen's casserole is going to have to go in after we take the bird out to rest!

Also, note to self: buy some real goddamn potholders!

Hrm. Maybe I should just do it, because I don't want the bird burning on top!

Also, there clearly wasn't enough stuffing. Ran to store to buy extra onions and must assemble another batch because that's one thing I don't want to be short on! (I mean, there's plenty for all of us for dinner, but... leftovers!)