By iceberg on Friday Open Thread
The Diva, upon wearing a ruffled t-shirt and red plaid skirt:
[looks down at self]: "I'm a princess!"
[runs over to her brother] "Look!" [holds out skirt and dances a little bit to show it off]
[arrives at daycare, stands expectantly in front of teacher waiting for compliments]
She's going to be trouble.
We cut the feet out of the Diva's and the Clown's flannel footie PJs to make them last a bit longer, but Dimples (formerly known as the Quiet One) is having nnone of that and EVERY NIGHT as we put her footie PJs on she says "Don't cut them! Don't cut them!"
The Clown, my last holdout, has finally started potty training for real. He still has a lot of accidents if we don't remind him to go all the time, but he has volunteered "Mummy, I need to piss!" quite a few times as well, so we are making progress!
Next stop, getting rid of diapers at nap and night time.
Fuck I hate diapers.
By Megasus on Cranksgiving
"Cooking wine" just means that as long as you're cooking, it's appropriate to drink it, right?
Also I consider pouring cereal to be cooking.
By Jinxie on Wednesday Open Thread
@iceberg Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhh ranch dressing shots!
By iceberg on Wednesday Open Thread
This week with the Bergy Bits
(I'm thankful for those cute lil buggers, here's what they've been up to!)
The Diva has developed an obsession with earrings so we got crafty on the weekend and I made them some "earrings" and a "princess crown" with construction paper and bread twist-ties. She took one look in my pocket mirror, her little face lit up and she exclaimed "I'm a princess!"
"Guess what Dimples? You get to wear ballerina pajamas tonight!"
"No! I want to wear...[*thrilled face*] ROBOTS!"
2 packets of balloons: $3.
3 toddlers losing their minds with joy over balloons: priceless.
They hoovered up a 1-pound bag of baby carrots in one sitting, because we gave them ranch dressing (which The Clown calls "branch") to dip them in. The Diva ran out of carrots, tipped up her little tub of dressing and began drinking it.
Diva, to Clown: "[pointing at My Little Pony] That's a girl's toy! [pointing at dinosaur] This is a boy's toy." Obviously she hasn't heard of Bronies. I guess gender-norm enforcing has kicked in at daycare :S
@granny squares Pecan pies. All the pecan pies.
I front-loaded my holiday with the challenging family gathering first, and it has already happened. My sibling kind of hates our parents, but chose to visit anyhow, and spent the 24 hours I was in town in eye-rolling pasive-aggression. Cool holiday for fans of old people looking wounded. But, I got to hang with my sibling's kid that I haven't seen in a couple of years, and ate like seven enormous meals.
Then I magically avoided major east coast hell highway traffic, and later, it's on to the in-laws for Thanksgiving Two.
From here on out, all I have to worry about is being publicly asked when I'm gonna have kids!
Here's the ticket! Don't worry if things are not warm. Room temperature things are fine. They really are, especially with hot gravy over top.
Here's another ticket, which may be too late for this person: Ask people to bring things! Things like potatoes and other sides. Then make them use their casseroles to take leftovers home.
Finally, make a schedule. Like this one, above, but I would say the Glutton's is a bit over-simplistic and doesn't account for a lot of fiddly things that experienced hosts can just roll with. Write a bit long list of everything that needs to get accomplished by 5:00 Turkey day, and then work backwards from there.
YOU WILL BE GREAT. Smile. Have fun. Pink champagne will solve everything.
I leave this with you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foA0MGUbYH0
i did thanksgiving this year (canadian) in my tiny apartment kitchen, and while it was only for two, and i roasted a chicken instead, my big trick was spreadsheets. i made a chart! put the time in 15 minute increments down the left, all the stuff you're making across the top, and then you can slot the steps for the things you're making in at the correct time, which will help you see if you have too many things at once, and need to start something sooner/later.
also, there will be things that are happy to be microwaved or roasted, that will save your sanity and space on your stovetop.
By Elle Marie@twitter on Ask a Glutton: I Need to Trick Everyone Into Thinking I'm an Adult This Thanksgiving
For optimal Thanksgiving sanity, I suggest pre-making AS MUCH AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.
I made Pioneer Woman's make-ahead mashed potatoes and a homemade green bean casserole (no cream of anything soup allowed in my kitchen) on Monday, and they just have to be re-heated on Thanksgiving. I'm prepping my stuffing ingredients tonight and just need to assemble stuffing and bake my pre-brined turkey tomorrow, and reheat everything else. And my husband will make bread dough for rolls tonight (bread machine dough setting for-the-win) and put them in the oven to bake once the turkey comes out. I baked pecan pie on Monday and a pumpkin pie last night.
You can also ease your workload by encouraging guests to bring things - give them specific assignments, like "bring a big bowl of mashed potatoes" or "bring a leafy green salad and your favorite salad dressing" to ease your overall workload. Make stuffing but don't cook it in the bird - it makes the turkey take longer to cook, and just makes every cook crazier than needed. Plus you get more yummy crunchy bits when you bake it in a casserole dish.
By klemay on Friday Open Thread
My friend's (recently divorced, lovely and wonderful) mother (who is basically a second mother to me) decided to take a spontaneous trip to NYC this weekend to fulfill her lifelong dream of seeing the Rockettes. I think that's freaking awesome, EXCEPT that I am leaving NYC to spend the weekend in Boston! I want nothing more than to take Friend's Mom out on the town. Boo for poorly timed travel plans. (But yay for Friend's Mom for taking a page from the book of Treat Yo'self).