My mom just informed me I'm making the rolls. But "only if I really want to. Only, she thought I was making rolls. The ones she really likes." Calls to dad: "Rich, do we have rolls?" To me: "Honey, we won't have rolls unless you make them."
I already knew I was making the corn pudding, shredded brussels sprouts, cheese plate, horseradish dip and goat cheese cheesecake brownies with a chocolate ganache. Dinner is also at 3, not 4, which she says she told me.
I don't like brussel sprouts (like, at all) but I have a hankering to try shredded. They look so fancy and hip. What's your recipe, if you don't mind sharing? I think some kind of sauce might help me acquire a taste for them.
My parents were supposed to be here an hour ago. I told them early because last year they showed up 3 hours late and still wanted to cook stuff here. They are bringing the propane and oil to fry the turkey and I am about to send H to just go get some. I reminded them last night that last year was a little ridiculous.
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We are only having a family of four as guests this years, so 7 total. These friends are chronically late, and I almost told them 2pm so they'd get here at 3pm, but I was afraid this would be on time this one time and I wouldn't be ready, so I told them 3, when I wanted them here (because the turkey will be ready at 3:30). Yup. They just called. "We'll probably be leaving in about 5 minutes." They live 45 minutes away. OMG these are some of my favorite friends in the world, but this part of them drives me fucking insane. Even my kids get in on it - one of them went and got me smelling salts after they called!
I'm holding my breath until this day is done....or I'll just drink a lot. Thanksgiving is at my mom's. (I realize ML probably doesn't know the recent issues since my step dad passed last year). I love my mom dearly, I'm an only child, but her fucking bf (who she started with immediately after stepdad passed) pisses me off...the whole situation sucks. My boyfriend, J, has to deal with it and he's less than happy because he's introverted and my mom can be...obnoxious. Cheers!!
(recipe adapted slightly from Shauna at Gluten Free Girl)
24 Brussels sprouts, shredded 1/2 cup Parmigiano-Reggiano, finely grated 1 cup toasted walnuts, in pieces 9 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil 3 tablespoons apple cinder vinegar 2 teaspoons Dijon mustard salt & pepper Shred the Brussels sprouts in a food processor, mandolin or chop with a knife! Toss the sprouts in a bowl, top with toasted walnuts & grated cheese. In a small jar, add the olive oil, apple cider vinegar and mustard with a sprinkle of salt & pepper. Put a lid on the jar and shake it up! Pour the dressing over the salad and stir thoroughly! Best served immediately, although I ate leftovers the next day and it still held up well!
Y'all have my sympathies. No inlaw or family drama this year, because it's just H, me, our kids (who are staring at screens upstairs), and 4 international students.
Only stress was mild irritation when H decided this morning that he really, really wanted his favorite cookies today. But he's stepping out of his comfort zone by welcoming 4 strangers into the house today, so he gets his cookies.
Also: late dinner FTW! I can't imagine the stress of trying to get all these dishes to the table by 2pm.
(recipe adapted slightly from Shauna at Gluten Free Girl)
24 Brussels sprouts, shredded 1/2 cup Parmigiano-Reggiano, finely grated 1 cup toasted walnuts, in pieces 9 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil 3 tablespoons apple cinder vinegar 2 teaspoons Dijon mustard salt & pepper Shred the Brussels sprouts in a food processor, mandolin or chop with a knife! Toss the sprouts in a bowl, top with toasted walnuts & grated cheese. In a small jar, add the olive oil, apple cider vinegar and mustard with a sprinkle of salt & pepper. Put a lid on the jar and shake it up! Pour the dressing over the salad and stir thoroughly! Best served immediately, although I ate leftovers the next day and it still held up well!
I am at my husband's grandmothers. Small gathering of ten (includes my family of four). My DD has a nut allergy, which I know is a PITA but my FIL has had one his entire life so they should be used to it. (FIL isn't here). The others were reminded yet every single dish they all brought has nuts. H's uncle walked in and said "Just so you know the salad, relish tray dip and muffins we brought all have nuts." Ok....
Then aunt did the same thing. The green bean casserole and pumpkin bread have nuts! Just so you know!
Post by hisno1girl on Nov 27, 2014 16:33:00 GMT -5
The food was good but my sister just rushed us right through the meal and then. dessert and then basically shooed us out of the house. We ate at 2 and we were walking out the door at 4.
We always sit around and clean up, play cards, etc., and we didn't do any of that this year and I'm a little disappointed but it's nothing I won't get over.
My BIL made the gravy and it was way too dark brown. It looked like beef gravy, not turkey gravy. That's my only food complaint.
The in laws are getting annoyed with ME because the baby is sleeping AGAIN??!? Needs to eat AGAIN??!? But oh, why is she cryyyyyying??? WHY does she keep looking at that LIGHT, lol??? Whyyyyyyy are you not in line to get food yet, Rex, it's READY???
Because she's 6 weeks old, you fucks.
And H is already drunk, so (while I don't blame him) he is no help.
I hear ya! Mine is not even 2 weeks... do this.. let him cry... NO! He is still brand new.. if I want to hold and love him I will!
Dementia BLOWS. I feel terrible getting annoyed at having the same conversation five times in ten minutes with my grandma. She's doing the best she can.
I know the feeling. My mother asked my every five minutes why DD's new husband wasn't with us for dinner (he had to work).
Other than my asshole grandfather dropping the N word, things went quite nicely. I didn't hear him say it - DH told me about it on the way home. Apparently my dad shut that shit down RULL quick.
Post by Teachermama on Nov 27, 2014 17:37:30 GMT -5
I feel bad... I just want everyone to go home! I haven't slept well in over a week and I don't want to entertain... I have to hold my tongue and I don't do that well exhausted.
Post by VeryViolet on Nov 27, 2014 18:51:47 GMT -5
I hosted last year with a month and a half old baby. It is amazing what a year and a Zoloft rx does for my holiday stress. LOL
My mil drove me nuts but that is pretty standard. She is in bec territory so I know that is some of it but she is the least fucking helpful person ever and it drives me nuts. She really is the opposite of helpful where she impedes progress. My mom, grandma and I have been putting out the thanksgiving meal together since I was little, we have it down to a science. If you aren't going to be helpful I need you to get the fuck out of the kitchen and let us do it. Seriously, everyone else just backs out of the kitchen because they can see we are efficient. MIL just stands there in the way asking me for shit every year. I was expecting it and calmer about it this year but I thought my mom was going to snap on her. I poured my mom prosecco so crisis averted.
My inlaws showed up 90 minutes late and my sil just over 2hours late. Sil bitched about my food, snarled her nose at my food and then started complaining that the rolls weren't finished when she walked in the door 2 hours late. My mil let my youngest niece walk around my house with a butter knife of chocolate frosting and laughing until h took it away.
These people are no longer welcome at my home for holidays and will be lucky to be allowed for anything ever again.
unless there were major traffic problems--like an avalanche--there is no excuse for those kinds of shenanigans.
The holidays are the one time a year I see my brother. We've never been close but I always try to be cordial and engage in conversation. He never tries. He doesn't even pretend to be interested in me or my H. If he does ask a question he doesn't even wait to hear the answer before he zones out into the TV, his phone, or laptop. I've been with my H for almost ten years. I don't think my brother has ever had more than a cursory 30-second conversation with him. I'm really sick of my hopes being dashed year after year. I give up.
My brother changed his original plan and leaving early Friday morning instead of early Saturday. So I have to cancel our hotel reservation for Friday night since the whole reason I booked was because I thought he was staying. So I will likely lose out on $100 dollars. But I much rather be home than a stinky hotel room.
Post by sineadorebellion on Nov 27, 2014 19:43:04 GMT -5
I'm just done with my mother and sister. One of my sisters was in town this past weekend and was her usual spoiled self. The tl;dr version is my mother just falls all over herself to give my sister everything because she feels guilty about her having a different dad than the rest of us. A guy who she briefly dated when she was separated from my dad and didn't want anything to do with having a baby. My parents then got back together and have been married 30 years now. No one knew anything about it, and my dad certainly never treated her any differently. But the way my mom treats her has always spilled over into the relationship she (my mom) has with the rest of us. My sister went back home on Monday and so my mom has spent the week pouting and not wanting to do Thanksgiving at all. My other sister, my H, my BIL, even my dad pitched in and we got Thanksgiving dinner going for everyone and had a good time. But my mom has spent the whole day texting on her phone with my other sister and pouting and I'm just so frustrated with it.
I have a lactose intolerance which my parents know. My mom has been talking for a couple weeks now about this dairy-free pumpkin dessert she found. Yeah, she didn't make that. She made some pumpkin thing with milk which I couldn't eat. She made that and 2 items for the main meal, all of which had some dairy component, so I couldn't eat any of it.
Within 15 minutes of being here: my mom broke my (new) can opener, my dad gave dh shit about his "cluttered" garage (h was doing something out there when they got here), and then my dad came in and my mom told him he could turn on football to which my dad responded "ok, I'm pretty sure we watched this damn dog show last year." (Um, different show and I like the dog show).
My mom does daycare for a friend of mine's kids, mom talked about the kids all damn day, repeated the same stories multiple times, and then told a "funny" story about how they call my grandma Grandma. Dh and I have been ttc for a while now, so this was like a punch in the gut.
They actually didn't make any comments about Ferguson until right as my parents were getting ready to leave. I shut that shit down quick though, then my mil was like "well we all think the same I'm sure" and dh was like "uhhh" and my dad took my saying don't talk about that to mean "so you agree with them?!?" and I actually stomped my foot and said we are not talking about that. Ugh.
I also got slightly mocked for having out sharpies so people could write their names on their cups and for using cloth napkins.
My parents were supposed to be here an hour ago. I told them early because last year they showed up 3 hours late and still wanted to cook stuff here. They are bringing the propane and oil to fry the turkey and I am about to send H to just go get some. I reminded them last night that last year was a little ridiculous.
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We are only having a family of four as guests this years, so 7 total. These friends are chronically late, and I almost told them 2pm so they'd get here at 3pm, but I was afraid this would be on time this one time and I wouldn't be ready, so I told them 3, when I wanted them here (because the turkey will be ready at 3:30). Yup. They just called. "We'll probably be leaving in about 5 minutes." They live 45 minutes away. OMG these are some of my favorite friends in the world, but this part of them drives me fucking insane. Even my kids get in on it - one of them went and got me smelling salts after they called!
I had this idea backfire on me today. I gave my mum and sister a time 30 mins prior to when I really wanted them here. My sister was 20 mins early and my mom was on time - for the early time. I didn't have pants on. I was shocked. This never ever happens. At least my sister and her friend (who I had not met prior to today) just helped DH finish setting up.
Then we corrupted the Canadian with jello pretzel salad. He was very skeptical, but is in love with it.
Then we had the swingers conversation, that involved my HS exBF's parents activities (my sister is friends with his younger sister). Xbf's sister just found out about this activity. Then they guy who asked my sister at work about local swingers clubs as a joke, who was shocked by her knowledge of them. (She's never been)