Thanksgiving 2013

Thanksgiving. Yum. Last year was a  bit of a blur since we hopped on a plane to England the day after stuffing our faces with meat and casseroles galore. So Jason was excited to cook a giant feast with all the fixings.

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I was in charge of cleaning the house, decorating the tables and documenting the day. Jason single-handedly took care of the rest of it. Scout’s honor, I didn’t even lift a spoon or boil a pot of water – he was a man with a plan so I just stayed out of his way. Unfortunately, there’s only one of him in this world and I’m not sharing. I’m pretty much the luckiest wife ever.

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We’ve all been feeling a little under the weather so I didn’t make it out of the house to find fancy place settings. Luckily, I enjoy a decorating challenge and came up with a plan that was both free and easy. I cut some brown paper bags for placemats, wrote a scripty note in the bottom righthand corner and called it good. Earlier in the week, Lena and I did a turkey craft so everyone had their very own gobbler at their seat. My friend Kathryn pointed out that we must have done a lot of pooping to have all those turkeys on the table. And that’s why we’re friends.

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Jason had done some extensive menu planning and started cooking at the crack of dawn. Since our oven is the size of a lunchbox, he decided to roast the turkey outside on the grill. He tried kicking me out of the kitchen while he prepped the turkey because I was dry heaving at the sight of him flopping around a dead bird and smothering it in butter. I’m telling you now, if it ever comes down to me having to kill and prep my own food, I will probably die of starvation or simply live on berries and leaves. Raw meat makes me almost pass out.

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I’m still in awe of the amount of food the Sarge managed to prepare – all of it being cooked to perfection as well. There were mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, gravy, stuffing, corn casserole, deviled eggs, cranberries and macaroni & cheese (per the request of our British guests). And don’t forget the 25 pounds of meat in the form of turkey and ham. Luckily, we had two other couples to help us devour it all or we would be looking like the Klumps.

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For the past four years, we’ve spent Thanksgiving or Christmas with the Guillorys and it always ends with me picking on Cody – this year was no exception. They brought a made-from-scratch green bean casserole that was amazing plus some rolls which the kids nearly finished before we even made our plates. Kathryn and Alex made mulled wine, making the house smell like heaven, and a pumpkin pie made from an actual pumpkin rather than canned mush. It was the best pumpkin pie I’ve ever had and I don’t usually care for pie. Jason, of course, had picked up a Georgia Pecan pie and a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Creme pie though they barely got touched from the overabundance of food.

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As usual, Lena ate nothing and Dylan ate everything in sight. We keep hoping his good eating habits will rub off on her but so far, it’s been hit and miss. He was also a little ham bandit and we kept finding him in the kitchen, pulling slices off the plate. Both the kids were exhausted (as were us parents) from a night of no sleep and alternated between hitting and hugging one another for the majority of the night. Lucky for both of them, they’re really cute so we decided not to lock them in the back yard.

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It ended up being a great meal with good friends both new and old. And we thought it a fitting celebration in honor of our one-year anniversary of living in England. Hopefully this will become an annual tradition here just like in the States.


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Wife, mama, graphic designer, and documentary photographer. Never met a piece of chocolate I didn't like. I love celebrating special occasions, exploring new cities through their local cuisine, and kissing my babies incessantly.

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