Gobble Gobble!

We're gearing up for Thanksgiving here in the cold North, which is also called Canada, eh. Our Thanksgiving happens in October, unlike the Thanksgiving in the States, which happens right before Christmas, which doesn't make much sense, if you ask me (which you didn't, I realize), because then it means you overdose on turkey and the tryptophan, and end up splayed on momma's couch for a month, tongue lolling, drool pooling around your armpit.

Nice image.

We're celebrating this Thanksgiving on Sunday, although it actually occurs on Monday, because having it on Sunday gives us Monday to recuperate from -- you guessed it -- the turkey dinner.

We're going to have a big turkey, stuffing, roast potatoes, roast carrots, roast onions, and probably some brussels sprouts, parsnip or rutabaga (although everyone around here erroneously calls it turnip, which really confused me for years and years until I grew a brain), and homemade dessert.

Yes, folks, that's right. Em and I are going to try our hands at a homemade apple pie. I've only made pumpkin pie, and I try very hard to forget it, it was that good. My memories of really good apple pie stem from our neighbour down the street where I grew up. She made these amazing pies, homemade crust and all, and she'd bring one over once in a while as a neighbourly gesture. So, I'm going to try and replicate her pie this Thanksgiving. I'll give you an update next week, photos and all. Talk about exciting, eh?! I know!

We've invited Mr. Handsome's mom over, as well as my brother Adonis and his wife Wood Nymph. So, they'll come over, play with the kids, talk to each other about things like the educational system and the many uses for floss, and then eat, and eat, and then lie about on our couches and our carpet, and talk some more. Of course, Adonis will be half asleep, because apparently he's extremely sensitive to the tryptophan in the turkey, which he doesn't really know for realsies because HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY GO TO THE DOCTOR AND GET CHECKED OUT. Oh no, Adonis just knows. And Wood Nymph will shake her head and sigh heavily and say, "Oh Adonis, what is WRONG with you?" And Adonis will say, "It's the tryptophan in the turkey. I'm very sensitive to it."

And then they'll go to their respective homes, and Mr. Handsome and I will shoo the children off to bed, and we'll eat the remainder of the apple pie, which will be even more delicious than the neighbour's, because it just will be. I know, it's almost too much to bear, the amount of fun and games we have on holidays. Just be glad you're there, because if you were here, you'd probably be trying to get a last-minute ticket to ANYWHERE. Just kidding.

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!

And for all my vegetarian friends, the turkey isn't really meat.



See? No harm done. Don't get all huffy with me now. Yeah, I mean YOU, Slut (she likes it when I call her that).