Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

I am up and at 'em, getting ready to make my turkey. Happy holiday to all of you - may you have a stress-free thanksgiving!

Mishi

Baby’s first Thanksgiving

Glazed Roast Turkey with Cranberry Stuffing Recipe via Betty Crocker Recipes

This year I am not going home be with my family for Thanksgiving. It’s a wrench being so far from home on the holidays, but it just wasn’t in the cards for this year.

Instead, I will be hosting a Thanksgiving dinner with my roommates. Including the three of us, we should have about 10 people attending.

Guess who’s cooking her first turkey?

I have to admit, I’m kind of excited. This is a pretty big first for me. And thankfully, I’m not married, pregnant, and acting as a buffer between in-laws. I’m just cooking for friends, and hopefully everyone will be nice about the results.

Of course, not everyone will be eating turkey. Ms. Cajones invited her family who have varying dietary restrictions, and The Veganess (yes, my second roommate finally has a name) – clearly, she doesn’t eat meat. So, even less pressure.

Overall, this should be a very...interesting...holiday. Each roommate is making her own dishes, which may or may not go together. Also, since we don’t exactly have a table to seats 10, we’re going to have beg/borrow/steal a table from our neighbors to make enough space.

If you can believe it, I am not actually making dessert. I was tempted, to be sure. And I’m super in the mood for apple pie topped with pumpkin ice cream. However, seeing as this will be my first turkey roasting, I want to have time to give it my full attention. Besides, Ms. Cajones is making pumpkin pie, and The Veganess is making vegan sweet potato pie. An apple pie on top of that would simply be too many sweets in the house.

I’m pretty excited! I’m going to be taking lots of pictures to document the occasion, and a home video, if my roommates don’t protest too much.

I can’t wait for my long-turkey-weekend to start.

The Bake Sale

Today at Law Firm, we are a having a bake sale to raise money for the United Way. Last year’s bake sale was delicious – lemon squares, chocolate covered popcorn, and apple pie – and I couldn’t wait to see what everyone brought.

I arrive earlier than the other staff, so I didn’t get a chance to see what everyone brought. In an effort to show some self-control, I figured I would wait until lunchtime to buy something.

Of course, I hadn’t figured on Frazzie.

At 9:30 a.m., Frazzie raided the bake sale. I was sitting at my desk, contemplating doing the work I had been given, when she popped (literally – she doesn’t ever just walk) around the corner, carrying a small cake. Yes – the entire cake. She got into the elevator, then came back two minutes later – sans cake.

I didn’t think much of it. But 15 minutes later, she popped around the corner again, with a pie. Again, an entire pie. Into the elevator and back again. Bye, bye, pie.

Where are the desserts disappearing to?

On her third trip down, I started to worry. I finally couldn’t help but ask, “Frazzie, where are you going with all of those goodies?”

“I bringing them to people that I like. I bought them. We’re allowed to buy things from the bake sale, right? That’s what we’re supposed to do,” she said, words flying out of her mouth at a familiarly manic rate.

Uh oh. Manic responses are never a good sign.

“I was just curious, Frazzie,” I said, wondering why she was so perturbed at my question.

Boy Secretary, who happened to be by my desk at the time, was making his “this-is-awkward” face.

It was pretty awkward. Emi had to ask her to wait a bit, because technically, the bake sale wasn’t even open yet (no email had been sent out). Can you imagine? I mean, you can’t ban someone from a bake sale, or tell them they can’t buy things. That is, after all, the point of the whole thing. So what do you do when one person buys up half of the sale before anyone else even lays eyes on the goods?

In Frazzie’s case, Emi asked her to hold off a bit. Frazzie held off, alright. But she also flew at Emi with one of her many discussions of “unwritten rules” right at my desk. (Unwritten rules usually meaning the little social cues that most people don’t have to be told.)

So was so miffed at being asked to wait that, two hour later, she called Emi a “bubble popper”.

I’m glad it wasn’t me who asked her wait. My way of dealing? I scuttled into the kitchen during a bathroom break and bought a piece of Pumpkin Spice Cake. Which was delicious.