For those who just tuned in, k-ster and I drove to my sister a-ster's house for Thanksgiving this year. My sister e-ster was here with her boyfriend and my parents were in Florida with my mother's brothers and their wives. So, we had family togetherness, just not the normal family togetherness we usually have. A-ster and s-ster (yes, s-ster welcome to the blog. I know you've been waiting with baited breath and you've finally made it~!) live, let's say, in the middle of the country. I flew down in July to help them move and thought maybe joining them for Thanksgiving would be fun and certainly cheaper than flying to Florida, as we usually do every other year. I thought it would be fun to drive, since flying really wasn't such a hoot in July. Remember when flying was hassle free? And we'd have our own vehicle
The ride there wasn't bad at all. One toll, not too much traffic, pretty scenery. Really, no biggie. I hate to drive and go on long rides, but this was ok. I did have a moment when I regretted my decision to try to crochet and had to stop all movement for a while and get my head back from its state of near nausea. I thought I might have outgrown that carsick feeling from reading and crafting, but, no such luck. We got there at supper time, my father's favorite way to estimate time. We'd always be somewhere by supper time. Or we'd be back by supper time. We always eat supper, not dinner. A-ster made supper that night. I'm not used to her fancy cooking, so I wasn't sure what to do when she served this. Was it soup? K-ster hates soup, what am I going to tell her???
Just kidding, that was the turkey brining overnight. Can you see how big that bird is for just 4 people??? It was 21 pounds! She got it from a farm down the road, so we know where it came from and that was cool. I was expecting some skinny thing because she ordered it in July, when they were still chicks. I figured they'd be half grown by now. I didn't expect anything like this. I will say that turkey is turkey, but the thing I noticed about this one is that NO ONE smelled like turkey for the rest of the day. One of the things I hate about Thanksgiving is that once you're done and people start digesting, that's all you smell for days to come. Not this bird. We ate it the next day and night too, same thing. And I stole some for the ride home. No problems there either. So, lesson learned. To keep from stinking up the car smelling like turkey, don't eat commercially grown birds.
I don't think I talked much about the surroundings of a-ster and s-ster's house, so I'll elaborate here. I think k-ster was as surprised as I was the first time I saw it. I had expected somewhat of a classy place, being that they were so excited to be moving, but I had to bite my tongue when I saw it. Even this time, it sort of took my breath away. She'd told me they had done some work on it and I realized they did try to jazz it up, what with all of that lawn ornamentation.
Ok, ok, I kid. On their side of the street, all of the houses look like this.
So, Thanksgiving was a day of cooking (for a-ster), correcting papers (for me) and watching football (for the boys and for a-ster for about 10 minutes). In a-ster's kitchen, only a-ster lifts a finger. I washed a dish and two mugs and that was all I was allowed to do. She didn't want help, so I sat at the table and graded a mountain of papers. And marveled that she has this great counter/cutting area because I like space to cook and this is space.
We went to the zoo on Friday, instead of shopping like those other maniacs out there. I am sure the traffic we drove in was caused by the nut jobs who were trying to get a bargain. You might be surprised that I like zoos, being so nature loving and crunchy as I am. But I just can't resist a zoo, especially if I think the animals are being treated OK, which I think they were at this one. And it was free, so what's better than a free trip to the zoo? That night, we drove to a big park that had those big light displays and you drive through and see them. It was fun and not so cheesy like the one I went to here one time. It was cheesy, dont' get me wrong, but it wasn't 1970s cheesy like the one I went to here. This was just corny. The one I went to here had lights that looked like they were from 1970 and needed some serious updating.
And that was it. Then it was home on Saturday. Another harmless drive. K-ster didn't threaten to leave me at a rest area. I didn't tell him that if he didn't slow down I was going to jump out of the car. We did hit more traffic than I expected for a Saturday and since we came home a different way, we paid tolls up the butt. But it was slightly faster so now we have to decide which way is better if we drive next time.
See, we didn't get into trouble, so there will be a next time!
So, put away the I told you so music and save it for another time.