It's almost Thanksgiving....Yikes!

Posted on November 26, 2013
I've chosen to host Thanksgiving this year at my house with a big bunch of family, tons of food, and lots of planning. I've only done this once before, about 7 years ago....I forgot how much work this is.

This will be the first year I make the actual turkey, so I picked a small 12-pounder. I asked my mom and cousin to make "backup" food in case my turkey comes out burnt, under cooked, tasteless, over cooked, or whatever. My mom's pernil, my cousin's ribs and my milanese should be enough. I don't want to make my peeps starve because of my experiment gone wrong.

Although I think we have enough food, I'm stuck with the fear of not having enough food for 20+ people. That's right, more than 20 adults will be in my house. The dining table will be extended with folding tables and stretch out into the living room. I had to put the kids at their own table.

Although it may be tight in my house, it will be grand, I'm sure of it, especially since I bought 12 bottles of wine yesterday and am planing on uncorking the first one the night before. It will be a stressful evening before, morning of, and afternoon leading up to the dinner, but our cousins said they would bring extra liquor, just in case we need it.

Don't get me wrong, it's going to be fun, but the anticipation is a killer. I'll break down the day for you, just so you'll have an idea of what it would be like to have thanksgiving with my family.

I'll start cooking at 11am. That's fine, I expect this. I'll explain to my daughter that Mommy needs a spritzer around 2pm because Mommy needs to relax and is tired of screaming orders at Daddy. My husband spikes the spritzer, more than usual, and I'm loosey goosey at around 3pm. Hopefully the turkey will come out fine and nothing will burn, and if it does I won't care because I have backup food and maybe a 2nd spritzer in me. I will kiss my husband for no reason.

My people start arriving around 4pm, so I get dressed around 3:30. No makeup, because I'm sweating balls. Everyone will probably be here by 5:30 or so. The quietness of my house will transforms into the loudness of a social club. My family is loud, and will most likely fight about some political issues and whether or not we should watch football or soccer. The age-old discussion of why soccer is better than football begins. There will be some meaningless shouting.

(Add to ToDo List: Hide Sports Channels!)

We will eat around 6:30pm, and at around 7:30pm everyone should at least have 3 glasses of wine in them. The discussion volume will rise to a light roar. That's about the time someone asks, "Hey, did anyone feed the kids?"

Someone serves the kids their food at their table. A minute later, they leave to the family room downstairs where the toys and the gaming systems are. Did they actually eat? Who knows. We all agree as long as no one is crying or bleeding then the kids are good.

Then, we start the cleanup, the moving of furniture, the folding of tables and chairs, all the while someone argues about the state of the economy or foreign affairs. A few people are arguing in angry tones, shouting, and then a few seconds later everyone is hugging or laughing.

The radio starts blaring with Spanish music. Dancing might commences in the kitchen, on my brand new floors (gasp!) , despite the mess on the counters waiting to be cleaned.

It's about 9pm. All the wine is gone. It's time for coffee and desert to kick off the sobering process.

In my tipsy state, and in the tipsy states of my female family member, we somehow get the dishes done and make room for coffee and desert. A glass or two might break, but who cares: we're all wearing shoes and the kids are downstairs. We clean up the mess to salsa music.

I predict the footballers will win control over the television in the living room to watch replays since they outnumber the soccer lovers. The soccer lovers take over the tv in the basement and kick the kids out. The kids will come upstairs to ask for food because they are hungry and want to know when's dinner. We feed them leftovers with milk and cookies.

We devour the desert and coffee. Everyone should be sober enough to drive home by 10:30pm, some by 11pm.  Suddenly the house is eerily quiet. By midnight, I'll be able to talk to my husband and kids for the first time since everyone arrived, and it will be to say goodnight.

It's going to be totally awesome!

1 comment:

  1. Haha, sounds like a blast! I hope you do a follow up post (maybe you already have!) and let me know how it goes.

    I fed 11 people this year, and it was my first year doing the turkey, and turned out a success! I thought the turkey was kind of fun, actually, and want to do it again next year. We got a 17 pound turkey, and only had a few leftovers, so I'm sure your 12 pound turkey will be picked clean!