How Many Months Until Thanksgiving?

Posted: April 10, 2012 in Family, Food, Generally Speaking

What a great weekend that was. Looking back, we have great weekends all the time. It’s pretty cool. This weekend we had a stray cat take up residence in our back yard. We named it Hishi. All of us were immediately in love with this cat. Super friendly, obviously used to being indoors.  We took Hishi into the pet clinic Monday night. I checked off that we could adopt her(?) if they don’t find the owners, in the hopes that it takes that long that we can take him to our new place in June. There’s no bringing her in here.  My daughter’s cat would have a bird. It would be pure chaos and he’s been through enough change.  Plus I hate that sound of two cats screaming in a mini tornado in my living room at 1:30 in the morning. Waking up to find an extra cat worth of fur somewhere between brushing my teeth and building coffee.  Well, whatever happens we couldn’t leave Hishi outside to fend for herself.

We braved the place that won’t be named on a Saturday night, in line with our plan to hide stuff for the children (that aren’t). Bravely throwing ourselves immediately into the fury that is the chocolate aisle on the eve of Easter. There were aunts and grandmothers and their boyfriends everywhere, standing still as fast as they could. I lost J at one point. I won’t lie, there was a moment of anxiety. We saw each other from across the decimated Hannah Montana Easter chocolate selection and ran. I remember muttering something about how they were 21+ and they don’t need to hunt for Chocolates and this was ridiculous.  We did get them a mini greenhouse seed starter kit and a bunch of herbs for the kitchen, given their cooking-ness. And then we went to Safeway and got them (read us) ridiculous amounts of chocolate.  We made it out alive.

Sunday, V had to work. So, since it was Easter and all, I drove her to work. J had already left for coffee and was planning to meet us at the hall at 11. Which he did, like clockwork. M had the misfortune of driving around with me the whole time. I wonder if he gets as nervous about these things as I do. Eating breakfast with 40 people can be intimidating. We didn’t say Grace this time. Not that I cared, but I noticed. It was weird. But, also super intimidating for someone to do for 40 people. They told me to do it one time and I said no freaking way. So I get it. This was the second one of these that J has come to, so people were a little more conversational with him this time. It didn’t hurt that he spent an hour doing the dishes. Poor guy. Three women asked him to come over to their house within 2 minutes. My helpful response was “hold on, this could be very lucrative for us!”. It was spectacular really, I’m still laughing…

It was a good brunch. Good visiting. Good community.

So, we came home, puttered about for a bit and started dinner, went and picked up V from work and waited. And waited. Oh! and waited. We ended up having the mashed potato flavored mashed potatoes*, squash bake, carrots & mushrooms before the roast was done. Which was SO good. It was a great meal, great visiting and great family.

Next time we cook the roast and the Squash Apple Bake together we’re going to account for it in the time and temperature. Amateurs.  Still awesome though. We had some of the pork with a hashbrown/egg/peppers dish for dinner Monday night. MMMM. And I still have half the roast left. Hmm. Hey! I still have chocolate left. NICE.

Practicing Gratitude Daily

*Mashed Potato Flavored Mashed Potatoes are just that. Little bit of butter, little bit of cream and smashed until they’re mashed. That is IT!! Mashed Potato Classic? Dennis Leary Potatoes?

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