It is Saturday of Thanksgiving week and there is much happening here at the Casa.
The kids and I are terrorizing the cats...er...tidying up a bit. Poor Casa de Crazy is a right mess as a result of some serious depression, chaos, and stress (so what's new?), and it WILL BE CLEAN for Thanksgiving. Or, at least, the parts our guests will see will be clean. I hope.
This is a somewhat traditional post for me - every year I write a little something about this week, as it is the lead-off to The Silly Season (aka Christmahannukwazakuh) and often one of my busiest here at the Casa.
So, here we go.
Saturday (today) - Bread baking for the dressing, and housekeepery. Oh, lort, the housekeepery. Also washing all of the dishes, bowls, and platters for Thursday since they're the "good" dishes* and sit all year until I pull them out for Thanksgiving. They're in a cupboard, but still.
Sunday - More housework. Lort, the housework. Then there's the laundry. Oh, lort, the laundry. There may be more dishes, too, because right now I have to hand wash them all. Thomas Turkey comes out of the freezer and transitions to the fridge, as does the turkey stock for the dressing and the gravy.
Monday - cleaning, cleaning, more cleaning (I move slowly, the Casa is enormous, and I am not a good housekeeper so when we DO clean, it's a job). Grocery shopping, because there's nothing like looking for obscure ingredients at the last minute. Panicking about the butter - is two pounds enough for the day? Gah! Making sure the table linens are washed and ready to use and pulling out the "good" flatware**.
Tuesday - Quilt guild (I'm bringing a quilt to baste, hurrah) and veggie chopping.
Wednesday - volunteering at the HaHC and then helping Mom set up for the Mistletoe Market, then making mashed turnips and carrots ahead of time and getting the dressing assembled. Make s key lime pie.
Thursday - Turkey goes in to bake. Dressing goes in to bake. Green beans are steamed. Finishing up any last minute cleaning. Children are shooed outside to frolic. Friends and family trickle in. Set the table. Fill the water pitcher. Watch TV and baste the turkey. Make food, food, more food. Start Dutch apple pie baking and thaw chocolate silk pie thawing (because Marie Callender does pie so well, I'm happy to let her). Serve. Eat. Coma. Dessert and coffee/tea. More coma. Play games. Pack leftovers to go for guests. Eat more. Sleep well.
Friday - Mistletoe Market at the hahc, peddling hand crafted goods.
Saturday - More Mistletoe Market, then teardown and home to wilt.
Sunday - Rest. Possibly interspersed with napping.
How is your week shaping up?
*These are dishes that Mum and I bought one piece at a time from a grocery store a long, long, looooong time ago. Service for fourteen including serving dishes, either free or bargain priced with purchase of a certain amount of groceries. I love them. Not fancy, but pretty and simple and I like them.
**Not sterling, but some rather lovely and solid stainless steel flatware from the Oneida Company, back when there was a Betty Crocker catalog and we clipped Betty Crocker points from boxes and saved them in a tin on top of the refrigerator. Service for twelve, and some day I hope to expand it and add more serving pieces and other cutlery, but that'll have to wait a bit because it's a discontinued pattern and getting the pieces I'd like to have will cost a small fortune. I adore my pattern, bought a few pieces at a time through the mail with little bits of cardboard and postage paid.
Just a wee side note - I typed and edited this with a malfunctioning keyboard. Several keys, including the "a" don't work. To get around the problem, I copied the "a" and pasted whenever I needed it. Do you know how many words need an "a"? Me, neither, but it's a lot.
Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!
"...besides love, independence of thought is the greatest gift an adult can give a child." - Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One
For old quotes, look here.
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