I hate it. But sharing the pain with others who understand . . . helps.
So, this helped: Levels of losing.
I've experienced most of these. Last Saturday's football game combined about 5 of them in one game.
And now we will move on.
Monday, November 29, 2010
We had Thanksgiving Dinner at our house this year (18 people) and I cooked a turkey for the first time ever. As a woman of mature years, I felt it was time to be the host. And I loved (nearly) every minute of it. I had everything planned out on a spreadsheet (that's right) so I knew what time to start doing what. Two columns; one for my duties, one for Sam's. We are a good team. I love cooking and planning with him (and even cleaning, and the kids were great helpers).
Everyone I talked to was falling all over themself to help me learn the secrets of roasting turkey. I brined it the night before (doesn't that sound fancy) and it made the meat really tender. And it was done cooking two hours earlier than anticipated (thank you, convection oven) which was great but I worried it might not be hot enough? or something. But it was delicious. Next time I'll know I don't need to allow so much time.
And then pie, of course. I like to have a surplus, an abundance, a wealth of pies. I wish I'd gotten a picture of all the pies lined up. They were lovely. I made this pumpkin praline cheesecake (with gingersnap crust, yum) and our old favorite chocolate chip cookie pie. My sister-in-law brought apple pie and vanilla cream and chocolate cream pies, and my mother-in-law brought pumpkin cake with whipped cream. It was perfect.