Thanksgiving was sweet and sour this year. No, we didn’t opt for Chinese food, though that might have been the better idea.
Our daughter A decided she wanted to tackle making Thanksgiving dinner all by herself to honor her Zadie (Yiddish for grandpa) since it would probably be his last one with us. A rocks in the kitchen like no one I’ve seen. She’d give The Pioneer Woman a run for her money I’m tellin’ ya. So there was never any question she could handle the food and that isn’t why I suggested Chinese could have been the way to go.
A is hubs’ daughter from his first marriage. She lives about twenty minutes from us with her husband and our youngest grandson. A’s mother (the Ex) lives a state away. Of course it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without A’s mama would it? So when A started the e-planning for this event back in October the out-of-state mama was included. And since the Ex was friends with hubs’ sister before she married hubs, she’s been part of the family longer than I have. Long story short – the Ex and her husband joined the family for Thanksgiving. Thus the sour – terminal beloved family patriarch at what is probably his last Thanksgiving, and ex-wife sharing the table with hubs. Not the setting for a Happy Thanksgiving. It did not help that hubs and I had a knockdown drag-out beforehand. Broke my coffee pot damn it!
The sweet? Within minutes of arrival I got started with the Jello® shots! Add a couple of beers and I wasn’t tracking the tension quite so closely. Unfortunately we didn’t stay long after dinner as the pooches needed our attention at home. I would have liked another shot or two while we played cards darn it.
What was I thankful for this year? That it was over. Until Christmas anyway, when we’ll do it all over again. I think I’d better wait till after the New Year to replace my coffee pot.