I pretty much cooked all morning and afternoon yesterday. I made dinner rolls, trifle, turkey and dressing, a variation on this butternut squash and sweet potato soup, green bean casserole (the mushroom soup kind, but with fresh, steamed green beans) and mashed potatoes and gravy, and I served jellied cranberry sauce from a can at my husband's request.
It was a lot of food for only five people (me and my husband, my dad and stepmother, and a guitarist buddy of ours). We'll be eating turkey for days unless I give up and freeze a lot of the leftovers, which I probably will.
Here's the aftermath:
And that doesn't even count the two dishwasher loads.
The soup was the only part of the meal that wasn't well-received - too much of a break from tradition, I guess. I thought it was delicious. I was proud of myself for not speaking aloud any of the obscenities that swirled around inside my head as I was finishing up the main course and listening to my dad and husband in the next room making snide comments about baby food and liquid pumpkin pie. Um, who got up early and cooked all day, you ingrates?
Once everyone left, my husband and I watched several episodes of Glee that we hadn't gotten to over the past several weeks. Eventually we had the obligatory cold turkey sandwiches with Miracle Whip.How was your Thanksgiving? Or if you're outside of the U.S., how was your Thursday?