After approximately 87,000* Facebook messages we** managed to go out to dinner and as expected it was fabulous!
I could go on and on about my friends and my night out, but you would have no point of reference, so I thought I would keep it extremely succinct.
We grew up (okay, okay, we were in our 20s and some of us were married already. Whatever!) at a time when coffee shops were novel and everyone wanted a shebob just like Rachel’s, so sometimes we reference these things.
Tonight our conversations were all over the place. Have you ever overheard four friends who are also mothers having a conversation across a table? It’s quite remarkable, really. We zig. We zag. We share insight. We reminisce. We listen. We lament. We give advice. We offer support. We celebrate successes. We feel comfortable sharing stories – loudly.
What I am saying is you wouldn’t have over heard us. You simply would have heard us!
We also have a knack for witty remarks and pop culture references and that leads me to Friends.
At one point (and completely apropos of nothing) a conversation about crows turned into a conversation about birds that mate for life which then led to – wait for it – lobsters!
**Four friends from high school – which was a lifetime ago – getting together once a month to vent, dish, and laugh. So much laughing!
Please allow me to get right to the point (a rare treat for those who know me, I am sure!).
I give you a succinct, if random, list of 25 things that made me smile today.
Early morning snuggles with Thing 2.
My first cup of coffee.
Braiding Thing 2’s beautiful hair so she would be fancier than her normal Hermione Granger for her school’s Remembrance Day ceremony, today, where she would be singing with her school mates.
The fact that last Christmas’ Poinsettia is still alive and well .
The thought that I might actually be able to get it to bloom in time for December.
Thing 1 practicing his trumpet this evening for his school’s Remembrance Day ceremony tomorrow.
CrockPot turkey stock.
Finally making a yummy, flavourful, batch of turkey soup.
Calling it thoup.
Remembering my beautiful niece and her utterly adorable developmental lisp.
Remembering how Thing 2, who reminds me so much of her, also had an extremely similar lisp for a few years.
Being told by someone whose opinion I value, that they appreciate what I do.
My enormous, yellow, Fall Mums which are still very much in bloom.
The idea that my red SIGG water bottle is my health potion.
The brilliant idea to buy a second SIGG bottle in blue so I will not only have my health, but also mana.
My magical glasses which after all this time still make me happy every single day because they are awesome.
Thing 1’s awesome hair.
Thing 1’s school photos, wherein he decided to *not* cut off his hair for school photo day and wore his “Wookie Expressions” T-shirt with exactly zero irony.
The word rutabaga.
The fact that we call it turnip (and always will!) even though we know the difference between rutabaga and turnip.
A weird elevator ride with Daddy-O this morning as we were leaving for the commute where the elevator seemed to have a mind of its own, went up instead of down, and picked up a neighbour who then, presumably, assumed we just really like elevator rides.
Parting ways with my husband while he took out the recycling and continuing to walk right alongside the elevator neighbour (who is mostly silent) who parks near me in the garage and not being able to stop myself from saying, “I feel like we are competing in the world’s slowest race.”
This week we have learned a valuable lesson at Chez Peady.
If you chop it up and put it on the table, they will eat it.
It doesn’t matter the time of day or meal in question.
If it is cut up into bite sized pieces and there’s maybe a little veggie dip, salsa, guacamole, or hummus for dipping the veggies will vanish.
I forgot! The Things are such great eaters they will try anything I make and usually without complaint because, as I have talked about before, I do make sure there is at least one thing that everyone likes for sure, but I am not a short order cook and I do not make extra meals, special meals or meals made to order.
Though, not too long ago I was dreaming of having a fully functional buffet brunch bar with waffles made to order, an omelette chef, a mountain of fresh fruit, and a great bottomless cup of coffee, for myself. This is a fantasy. This is not a hotel. It is a nice dream though.
So, knowing brunch was not going to appear magically* and really not feeling like a bacon-and-eggs brunch, I decided the cure for this breakfast break was to roast a turkey for dinner and roast a turkey I did!
I pretty much let the Things and Daddy-O fend for themselves** all day with no regularly scheduled meals – at all – until dinner.
I couldn’t help it. I had a one turkey-track mind.
Ever since Thanksgiving, I have been thinking about next Thanksgiving. Luckily for me, I don’t have to wait until next year. I only have to wait until American Thanksgiving***.
I am so excited that we celebrate both Thanksgivings for all kinds of reasons, but I’d be misleading you if I didn’t divulge right now that one of the main reasons is for the turkey – and all the fun fixings.
For Canadian Thanksgiving we are usually not at home, so we don’t get to have any of the fun leftovers the following week. The hot turkey sandwiches drenched in gravy with yummy leftover mashed potatoes, carrots, and turnip**** on the side. The double decker club sandwiches with crinkle cut fries and gravy. The amazing turkey soup made lovingly by using every single scrap of leftover turkey. All delightful in their own rights and treats one really misses when one isn’t in charge of roasting the main course!
For American Thanksgiving we are almost always at home. When the Things were smaller I used to call in “festive” so they would have the day off school. Yes. Really. I would quite literally call the school and leave a message on the answering machine or speak to our lovely Administrative Assistant (in Ottawa) and happily explain, “It’s American Thanksgiving and we are calling in festive!”. It was very freeing actually and I think it gave the person listening to the message a laugh, on what was otherwise a random Thursday in November – which if you have never been to Ottawa – can be quite grey and cold. I hope it brought joy. It certainly brought me a lot of joy. We would stay home and I would roast a turkey and we’d watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and have a grand time! A scrumptious turkey dinner on a weeknight is very happy making, indeed. I love the fact that some American television stations televise Miracle on 34th Street or It’s a Wonderful Life right after the parade on American Thanksgiving Day. Pretty much, it’s the perfect end to a very happy day.
I mean, who could deny the beauty of a day designed to celebrate the joy of a bountiful harvest with family? Throw in the fact that it is a super excuse for an extra thankful Thursday and another roasted turkey and well.. SOLD!
So, with all of this in mind – and the fact that fresh turkeys were on sale – I went out and bought one to roast today.
I regret nothing!
It was scrumptious.
We had turkey, mashed potatoes, carrots, turnip, corn, stuffing, fresh rolls and gravy.
And the best part is that, if we want we can have it all over again tomorrow because LEFTOVERS! (Yay!)
Now, I really must finish this post, so I can get the CrockPot fired up because while we are sleeping magical slow cooker elves will be making the base for an amazing batch of turkey soup. (Also, yay!)
Tell me, are you a fan of roasted turkey?
Do you gravy all the things?
Are you gluten free like me and left with a little sad space on your plate?
I am working on a stuffing solution. I will be back with one by the 26th! Mark my words.
Which one of you is working on my replicator, again? We need to have a talk about the progress you are making. harumphs *
**Don’t worry. There was plenty of food to forage. Protein, cereal, toast and Nutella, Halloween treats – whoopsiedoodle!
***Hah! We are even Hobbits when it comes to Thanksgiving! Second Thanksgiving FTW!
****It’s rutabaga, I know, but it’s still turnip, you know?
Every year we visit Moncton, New Brunswick for Thanksgiving weekend.
Every year – at some point during the weekend – we make a point of going for our Thanksgiving Nature Walk.
This year was no exception and we had a great little trek. We were not in a hurry, the leaves were really beautiful in their new autumn colours, and there were all kinds of little creatures to appreciate.
We stopped to take a few pictures and I noticed there were a few Dragonflies on a nearby picnic table.
I was intrigued by them and hoped to get a decent photo after we snapped a few silly selfies of our little thankful family.
Thing 2 just went to bed a little while ago and – I swear to you as I type – right now I hear Thing 1 walking around in the dark. Getting a drink perhaps.
Daddy-O has just started an episode of Poirot and if you know it at all (Do you know Agatha Christie’s Poirot at all?) you will know it isn’t exactly a thrill-a-minute-perk-you-up-and-write kind of program. Not at all. As a matter of fact I have recently decided that my husband pretty much uses Hercule Poirot and his 1935 crime fighting shenanigans as a sleep aid because he almost never makes it through an episode.
Meanwhile I, the one who resists it being started in the first place, am hanging on until the last minute – regardless of when that last minute happens to take place on the actual clock. You know the clock? The one that tells me I am up too late. The one that says Early Band is happening whether or not Mr. Poirot solves the mystery**. The one that at this very minute is breathing down my neck telling me to write something and hit publish tout de suite! (Did I mention Poirot is Belgian? That’s right! He speaks French.)
I am exhausted!
It has been a really great week filled with all kinds of good news and happy making shenanigans and I think all the action has finally caught up with me and my “little grey cells”***.
Here we go again! I am asking questions about the storyline and my best husband is asleep.
**Of course he solves the mystery! Oh mon Dieu! Of course!
***OY! Poirot says this! How did I get into this?!?
Oh well. Even though I know it is an illusion, I am sure when the next Super Moon event rolls around, I’ll be excitedly rounding up the Things, checking the moonrise times, charging my iPhone, grabbing my camera, and trying yet again to capture the moon.
Maybe it’s the romantic notion that I can get something really special if the conditions are just right. Maybe it’s all my exposure to George Bailey and his promises of lassoing the moon. Maybe, every now and then, I simply must give in to my childlike wonder of celestial things. Maybe the (somewhat futile) exercise of photographing the moon is about more than the final product.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps …
Oh, science! You may be right. I may be crazy, but (as Billy Joel sang) it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for.