Even though I may have almost had a minor heart attack in the days coming up to the event, it was nothing that making some lists, planning by the hour what my schedule would be and just a fantastic host of a boyfriend couldn’t solve. I kind of am a bit disgusted with myself because it went so well. I was half expecting to have some really funny, clever stories to share, and anecdotes of how a Lady Who Lunches should never try to cook. But alas, let’s face it – it was a bloody (yes, I said it…BLOODY!) good evening that couldn’t have gone smoother.
Guests arrived by 8PM, food was out by 8:30 and warm, and we even had a master carver who helped carve the turkey. Because, lord knows I didn’t know how. Turkey fully cooked, and besides the lack of support for my pumpkin pie…all the other foods were eaten. Like Jock said, he didn’t think the British were ready for Pumpkin in a pie.
However, much to my surprise, they were ready for some sweet potato casserole with marshmallows on top! Once they got over the “marshmallows? And, you’re sure it’s not dessert?,” they dove right in and there was none left by the end of the evening.
The last person strayed out at 3:30 in the morning.
I’m very proud. Very very proud, and honestly, I couldn’t have done it without everyone else pitching in with cooking some of the sides, and Jock popping his head around asking who needed a drinky drink. First Thanksgiving as an adult…DONE.
I had such a good time, I almost forgot to take pictures. These are the few I did get around to taking…
Related posts:
- The Menu After reading Mid-Atlantic English‘s blog, I realized I have way...
- Turkey for Twenty Four I have signed up to do another half marathon. The...
- Signs I am still American In honor (first sign! lack of ‘u’ in word) of...
- Caribbean Time! Dinner Party #3 (I think) I’m just stuck on these...
- Murder is Always a Mistake… “Murder is always a mistake – one should never do...
