There Were Mashed Potatoes In the Aftermath

Thanksgiving is a marathon holiday around here. We have one meal with my family and one meal with Sam's family, and on lucky years like this one we have an extra thrown in besides. My family is getting together on Sunday and Sam's family is getting together on Saturday, and you can't not do anything on Thanksgiving Day, so we invited friends over.

Grandma had Luke and Micah the night before, so I got to sleep in until 9. I can count on one hand how often I've slept that late in my entire life. I now know that Thanksgiving Day probably shouldn't be listed among them. Live and learn, I always say.

To sum things up, let's just say that by the end of the day we learned that putting a turkey in the oven upside down will result in the little popping thing (official name, right?) failing to pop and you won't know when the turkey is done. Turning the turkey over will require a bit of maneuvering and a lot more cooking time. Weird, I know.

If you peel more potatoes than are needed (okay, I forgot that my friend was bringing potatoes, alright?) you will appear uber organized for your Sunday dinner when all you have to do is reheat them. Preferably with cream cheese in the oven. Yeh, who's the dunce now? (Okay, that would still be me.)

Becky made chocolate satin pie, and announced to the dinner table that there's Satan pie in the fridge for dessert. That was classic. The pie, Satanic or not, was delish.

She ended up checking Josh's trap line with him after the meal, and that right there is a sign of a Thanksgiving miracle because she is so not into that kind of stuff. Nor is she that into her brother. Ah, the love.

When the teen girls talk about wrapping someone's toilet in Syran Wrap, and then mysteriously disappear after dinner, you realize how grateful you are that you suck at keeping the kitchen stocked with things like Syran Wrap. Yeh, they tried. Yeh, they failed thanks to my failure as a shopper.

I've always wanted to work at a homeless shelter on Thanksgiving because that is the ultimate in giving. Who needs to sit around a table gorging themselves on upside down turkey when you can help others that have so very little? Maybe next year we'll plan that instead. I'll even bring Satan pie.


Leanne said...

Satan pie? I need me some of that! The best lines are the unrehearsed.... Happy Many Thanksgivings!

Flea said...

Upside down turkey rocks. I always roast mine upside down. All the fat and juices run into the breast meat. Mmmm. Juicy.

Karen Deborah said...

Turkey can be timed at 20 minutes a pound and then you don't have to worry about the popper thing and yeah that's what they are called!
Satan pie sounds like it's very good.
We are full here too--I am full today already-was it that piece of pie I just ate? Or is it this wonderful cup of coffee with a pile of whipped cream on the top? gah!

utmomof 5 said...

I loves me some Satan pie...delish :)

Oh and I feel your pain with the too many potatoes. I peeled 15 pounds...we will be eating potatoes for days and days. said...

First of all: There can never be too many mashed potatoes.
Nextly, aluminum foil just does not have the same effect when wrapped around the toilet. ;-)
Satan pie sounds wonnerful!

BeautifulWreck said...

satan pie? LOL

I am chuckling over the upside down turkey.

imbeingheldhostage said...

I love satan pie and you can never have too many mashed potatoes. Never.