Happy Thanksgiving!

Hope everyone enjoyed yesterday's post as I will be going back on hiatus after today busyness and my pending food coma. This Thanksgiving I'll be following the traditional plan: Watch the parade, wait for Santa to come out, make whipped cream (my small contribution to the meal that eases my guilt when I dash for any available sleep aparatus with the boys rather than help clean up), and eat. And eat. And eat. Not one but two strategically timed meals. In past years I've tried to incorporate some socializing (at the Prep/LaSalle game) or some exercise, but I think the best plan is just to focus on consuming at least 3 times my daily allowance of calories. In each meal. The past few years I've tried to fast in preparation, but that has failed miserably, so this year I'm in training. Unfortunately I haven't had much of an appetite lately, but once I get home, I figured I can finish at least 1 large Wawa mac and cheese every 1-3 hours, so depending upon when I get home that should help to expand my stomach. Also I'm breaking the trend of trying to impress my family with a nice Thankgiving outfit and just going for something with as much give in the waist as possible. Last year's slightly higher-waisted fitted skirt was a disaster, leading to me having to get up from the 2nd dinner table mid-meal and walk around the block with my skirt unbuttoned.

The early meal takes us to North Philly to Grandmom's house for Turkey with an Albanian flair. The menu:
Turkey (~3 lbs per capita)
Gravy
2 kinds of soup
2 kinds of stuffing
Spinach pie
Rice
Sweet potatoes
Vegetable or 2
Salad
Cranberry sauce (the kind that looks like the can when it comes out, def. not fresh)
Pie (1/2 pie per capita)

After naps and a few minutes spent with the family, down Rt. 3 we go to the rest of the family in Delco for a more traditional and reasonably sized meal:
Turkey
Gravy
Mashed potatoes
Green vegetable
Stuffing
Cranberry (again, fresh from the can)
Pie (1/8 pie per capita)

And don't forget the food for the mind, with intellectually stimulating conversations like "Jews in Hollywood", "Did you see what she was wearing at church?!", and "I think we're risking avian flu by eating this turkey."

Finally, it's back home to put on some elastic-waist pants and eat leftovers on the couch until Sunday. I love Thanksgiving.