Since my parents are in town and we’re all heading different directions for Thanksgiving, we opted to do a premature Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday. I’m not a huge fan of the traditional meal but I figure I can suck it up once a year.
Plus, we added some really delicious offerings to our feast: smoked turkey and gravy, spiced cranberry and pear chutney, orange rolls, Jello-fruit salad, homemade apple and pumpkin pies, garlic mashed potatoes and my new favorite: Kelsey Nixon’s Sausage, Apple and Pear Stuffing with Cranberries.
Sorry, Jamie. Your jalapeno stuffing has been R-E-P-L-A-C-E-D.
Highlight: Dinner was, indeed served when the smoke alarm went off. No, nothing was burned but the timing was impeccable.
I blame it on all those turkey drippings.
We also introduced Jamie’s brother and sister to our Borowski family traditions of Spoons and Scum, which is notoriously competitive and borderline violine.
There were tears–like when Jamie wrestled his own son to the ground as they fought over a spoon.
There was stealing as I swooped in and triumphantly grabbed all the spoons, only to drop them back on the table as they dove in like a littler of ravenous puppies.
There were unbenevolent dictators, like when Jamie was the “King” in Scum and made the rule that anytime someone played a 6, they needed to proclaim “I love pumpkins.”
We all groaned as we collected our cards and I realized I didn’t have even one 6 in my hand.
It was like God was watching out for me that day.
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