Sometimes The Boyfriend is very sweet. Like last Sunday night when he suddenly said, “We should have Thanksgiving dinner Tuesday night for our little family. You know, so we can all celebrate together.”
Since the three of us actually have real families in different cities, we won’t see each other on Thanksgiving. But together we are still a crazy little familial bunch, so it’s fitting that we would celebrate together. The Roommate and The Boyfriend love each other like a brother and sister. A brother and sister who bicker and need to be sent to their rooms to think about what they’ve done. Sometimes, yes, I do have to turn this car around. And sometimes I have to sit between them on the couch when we watch a movie. I’m sure it’s good practice in case I ever have children.
What was I saying? Something about love and family… oh, dinner! We’re had Thanksgiving dinner tonight. It was a scaled-down version since we are all headed to our respective parents’ houses on Wednesday.
Roast turkey and sausage with onions, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes with a maple glaze, spinach salad with pomegranates, goat cheese, and toasted walnuts, garlic green beans, apple and onion stuffing, cranberry sauce, and pecan pumpkin pie.
You know. Things happen. You start cooking, and all of sudden it’s, “No, we HAVE to have my mom’s maple glazed yams AND mashed potatoes.”
Worth it. My plate (plus a bowl of salad on the side):
Eh, that’s mostly vegetables on there, right?
We took a brief intermission between dinner and dessert so I could go get my sister from the train station. Then the four of us settled in with cups of tea and this:
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I love you guys