Thanksgiving!
Dan Bern’s “Thanksgiving Day Parade”.
One of those epic “holy cow, it’s a 10 minute song” songs that wanders and meanders and eventually ends up leaving you saying “oh, yeah… that’s why it’s not in my regular rotation.” But it’s nice to listen to on Thanksgiving.
In 1978, WKRP in Cincinnati had the greatest Thanksgiving Day episode of all time that, surprisingly, has not aged a day.
Ah, that’s great. It still holds up.
Anyway, this weekend we’re going to kick off by driving to the sister’s husband’s mother’s house for dinner and we’re in charge of making the rolls. I’m using Maribou’s mom’s roll recipe and the dough rose overnight and I’m going to be ripping the dough into little golfballs, then dipping the golfballs in melted butter, then tossing them into a bundt pan. Rise another 2-3 hours, bake them, and then drive them over.
After that, try to avoid the madness of Black Friday (we might hit the grocery store) but, mostly, this weekend will be a recuperative one. Oh, Dman’s family has a Tae Kwon Do demonstration this Saturday and we’re going to that before gaming night. But that’s kind of recuperative too.
In any case, from all of us here at Ordinary Times, to all of you: Happy Thanksgiving. (Even if you celebrated it last month.)
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)
Fleeing for the coast. Our 12year anniversary was last month, but with the sheer amount of moving parts at the David household, we made plans for a nice coastal getaway for the holiday, to take place after we moved. Well, we had to postpone the move, putting this trip out in the middle of all my logistics career stressors.
So, I need to pick up a lot of beer on the way to Yachats!Report
Our daughter is doing Thanksgiving at her house so we’re off to Fort Collins in a bit (after spending 10 days flying with the granddaughters to North Carolina and Omaha, she says she would rather cook than travel). Our son’s SO is hosting the NCAR “Friendsgiving” dinner (a bunch of young climatology PhDs living away from their families) this year and he’s helping with that. I may venture as far as the grocery tomorrow. Last year I noticed that one effect of Amazon seemed to be a considerable reduction in the shopping mobs around Denver.Report
I had never heard of Friendsgiving before this week, but my daughter went to one hosted by a classmate and my son one hosted by a co-worker.
For the main event, we’re going out to Occidental, a town in Sonoma near the coast, known for family-style Italian restaurants.Report
Of course, we did this in graduate school and at Bell Labs 30-40 years ago, but lacked the catchy name. Some memories stick — earlier this week my wife asked, “Do you remember the Scottish couple we used to do Thanksgiving with who were trying to learn American football by watching one game per year, on Thanksgiving afternoon?”Report
Do the rolls. Start the dishwasher to wash all of the bread prep dishes. Strip the bed and think “it’s been a couple of months since we washed the mattress pad…” and strip that off and put it in the washer on whites-hot with Clorox. Think “all of my morning chores are done! I can take a shower!”
In the shower, realize quickly that both the dishwasher and washing machine are running.
Dang it.Report
Add Bigger-Hot-Water-Heater to the honey-do list.Report
It’s really only a problem when I’m in a “GOT TO GET READY FOR EVERYTHING AT THE SAME TIME” phase.Report
Happy Thanksgiving.Report
XC skiing and eating and watching football. But it isn’t all ease and fun for me. I have to do something with the pie in 12 minutes. Happy Thanksgiving.Report
I went to a friendsgiving last year. So nice.
This year I’m stirring the pot at my annual family thanksgiving hosted by my local cousin. We may be cyber stocking old girlfriends of my no-show uncle. Oh yeah, I brought lots of wine!
Pie should wrap up soon. Then, the after party. All the nerds and geeks are staying late to play games and drink.
I return to work tomorrow. This weekend is big in the car biz. 🙁Report
I’ve had serious qualms about the holiday ever since I realized that language and logic rules mean that God celebrates it as “Thankstaking”, ostensibly for letting some of us live. This observation provides a completely non-partisan way to manspread at the grown ups’ table.Report