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Dec. 1st, 2002 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckThanksgiving went about as well as could be expected. The food was no great thrill, largely, I expect, because it differed so from what I knew growing up. I miss the mashed sweet potatoes and fresh bread and... Well, I suppose it's probably the same for most people spending a holiday meal with people whose traditions are just a bit different. There's nothing to quite put a finger on, but the whole thing feels wrong.
As I mentioned before, I made a bean salad. It came out fairly well which was no big surprise since it's pretty hard to mess up. Scott made an apple pie and experimented with the recipe a little. He likes to add some of that caramel dipping sauce to the apples, and, in the past, that's tended to make everything a bit too juicy so that the bottom crust gets soggy. This time, he added flour and corn starch to the caramel, and that seems to have taken care of the problem.
We spent the afternoon before setting out for the big meal working on cleaning the house a bit. It was fairly slow going since I was having trouble bending over or squatting; things on the floor might as well have been on the moon. Still we did make progress.
This year, we and Scott's parents spent Thanksgiving with Scott's sister's in-laws. The two families are friendly and have mostly shared the various holidays since our nephew was born three and a half years ago. The biggest difficulty for me is that Sandra and Bruce have two cats. My cat allergies can be pretty awful under some circumstances (mostly, they get worse if a place hasn't been regularly and recently cleaned which wasn't a problem in this case), and Michigan in November is not a place for spending the evening outside.
Since we didn't want to stretch my cat tolerances, Scott and I arrived about half an hour before the meal was scheduled to start. I was rather glad since that saved us from a good bit of difficult socializing. I know how to relate to Scott's family mostly, but I'm less certain with Bruce and Sandra and their daughter, and there were people there I'd never met before. Mostly, I just sat next to Scott and let "I'm a bit tired" excuse me from too much talk.
There ended up being two tables because everyone wouldn't fit at the main table. We ate at the smaller table which was labeled as "the kid's table" even though there were only two children present (one of whom slept through the meal entirely). Our nephew was almost completely uninterested in the food; I think about all he ate was some slices of red pepper.
I thought I'd been reasonably moderate in what I'd taken, but I found myself unable to finish everything. Scott came to my rescue to clean off my plate, so I didn't feel too bad about it. Sadly, apart from my bean salad and a couple of pieces of Scott's apple pie, we didn't end up with any leftovers. (Scott went out and bought a turkey breast so that we can have some turkey. We'll probably cook it tonight.) The pie's already gone, but I'll be eating bean salad for quite a while since nothing will persuade Scott to touch the stuff. He can't stand vinegar under any circumstances.
After the meal, my father-in-law told me that I look "serene" and that I have a "glow" about me these days. He says he's never actually seen that look on a pregnant woman before in spite of having heard about it all his life. I wasn't entirely sure what to say to that. I think it may be one of those comments to which there is no good answer.
As I mentioned before, I made a bean salad. It came out fairly well which was no big surprise since it's pretty hard to mess up. Scott made an apple pie and experimented with the recipe a little. He likes to add some of that caramel dipping sauce to the apples, and, in the past, that's tended to make everything a bit too juicy so that the bottom crust gets soggy. This time, he added flour and corn starch to the caramel, and that seems to have taken care of the problem.
We spent the afternoon before setting out for the big meal working on cleaning the house a bit. It was fairly slow going since I was having trouble bending over or squatting; things on the floor might as well have been on the moon. Still we did make progress.
This year, we and Scott's parents spent Thanksgiving with Scott's sister's in-laws. The two families are friendly and have mostly shared the various holidays since our nephew was born three and a half years ago. The biggest difficulty for me is that Sandra and Bruce have two cats. My cat allergies can be pretty awful under some circumstances (mostly, they get worse if a place hasn't been regularly and recently cleaned which wasn't a problem in this case), and Michigan in November is not a place for spending the evening outside.
Since we didn't want to stretch my cat tolerances, Scott and I arrived about half an hour before the meal was scheduled to start. I was rather glad since that saved us from a good bit of difficult socializing. I know how to relate to Scott's family mostly, but I'm less certain with Bruce and Sandra and their daughter, and there were people there I'd never met before. Mostly, I just sat next to Scott and let "I'm a bit tired" excuse me from too much talk.
There ended up being two tables because everyone wouldn't fit at the main table. We ate at the smaller table which was labeled as "the kid's table" even though there were only two children present (one of whom slept through the meal entirely). Our nephew was almost completely uninterested in the food; I think about all he ate was some slices of red pepper.
I thought I'd been reasonably moderate in what I'd taken, but I found myself unable to finish everything. Scott came to my rescue to clean off my plate, so I didn't feel too bad about it. Sadly, apart from my bean salad and a couple of pieces of Scott's apple pie, we didn't end up with any leftovers. (Scott went out and bought a turkey breast so that we can have some turkey. We'll probably cook it tonight.) The pie's already gone, but I'll be eating bean salad for quite a while since nothing will persuade Scott to touch the stuff. He can't stand vinegar under any circumstances.
After the meal, my father-in-law told me that I look "serene" and that I have a "glow" about me these days. He says he's never actually seen that look on a pregnant woman before in spite of having heard about it all his life. I wasn't entirely sure what to say to that. I think it may be one of those comments to which there is no good answer.
