|The lovely Thanksgiving table at my sister's house.|
I am thankful for so much. I am thankful for my boys who insure that life is never boring. I'm thankful that we gathered with family to spend the holiday together.
I woke up early Thanksgiving morning with kitchen tasks on my mind. After a short walk with my husband and dog, I made a cup of coffee and prepared to get to work. I had dough retarding in the refrigerator, I had rolls to make from scratch, and I had a lot of clean up from making various things the day before. The weather was misty and filled the kitchen with a soft light as I preheated the oven and poured some half and half in my coffee. I chatted a bit with my husband as he warily looked around at all the projects in progress.
|Thanksgiving rolls rising before they go in the oven.|
Soon my oldest son appeared. "Mom, what's for breakfast?" He is a pretty bright kid and he figured out fairly quickly that I had other projects going on and was not going to be serving him. He fumbled around the kitchen a bit and then decided to make pancakes. This did not thrill me as I was occupying most of the counter space. But OK.
Then my youngest appeared. "Mom. I'm really itchy." As I mixed dough for my rolls, I looked over at his body covered by an angry red rash. With flour all over my hands, I called out to my husband to find the Benadryl. It came flying into the kitchen from upstairs, express delivery. My son informed me that this rash started yesterday morning. He was obviously having an allergic reaction to something. We tried to think through what he had to eat the day before yesterday.
|The Thanksgiving Costco rash. We never figured out the cause.|
That's when I realized that it will be impossible to figure out what has caused this rash. We spent several hours taste-testing our way through Costco, a great way to entertain boys while shopping. Too many foods to even remember. I sip my coffee thoughtfully.
After my youngest is dosed up with Benadryl (yes the thought had occurred to me that it was not a bad thing to have him acting a bit more mellow for the day) I turned my attention back to the dough. The oven was preheated and it was time to put the bread in the oven. The dough for rolls needed to rise. As I got this organized my middle son came downstairs and sat watching the activity. He was way too savvy to ask what was for breakfast. Then my oldest, who was weaving and darting around me in the kitchen working on his pancake batter, said "Mom, I think something is wrong."
First of all, he has taken my largest mixing bowl and made what appears to be about two galloons of batter. He has used an entire package of whole-grain mix. But indeed there is something wrong with the batter; it is very very thin. I accused him of not following the directions. He insisted that he did. We figured out by reviewing the directions that in fact this honors math student made two errors in calculating the ingredients. He doubled the number of eggs needed (10 instead of 5) and somehow put too much milk. He stabbed at the lumpy mess with a whisk and it slopped out of the over-filled bowl. I informed him he will figure out how to personally cook and eat all of it.
|Very thin pancake batter on the griddle.|
|I guess this is why I have two spatulas.|
Testosterone overload. Again. I left the kitchen to take a shower. When I came back down to finish up the rolls, my husband had done a bunch of dishes and the boys were no longer in the kitchen. I made myself a fresh cup of coffee (without an alcoholic shot but it was tempting) and put the last of the rolls and bread in the oven.
|A loaf of homemade bread cools on the counter.|
I'm thankful that I was able to finish up the items for our Thanksgiving feast. I had plans to pelt the boys in the head with a roll when we sat down to eat. But by the time I did sit down to eat, I was enjoying the food and family and hospitality a little too much to start a food fight.
Three of the slightly more mature men in my family overseeing the turkey on the BBQ.
|My sister and her husband are justifiably excited about the turkey they prepared.|