Nov. 27th, 2014 10:34 pm
Same procedure as every year
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muckefuckWe might just have to make it a Pyjama Thanksgiving every year. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu didn't want to put on pants and I joined him in solidarity; we should've let Nuphy know ahead of time so he could've joined the fun.) As for the meal, I'm going to call it a qualified success until the Old Man comes up to deliver his verdict without company present. He was polite about my forgetting to foil the dressing, but I suspect he would really prefer the bread in it not be crispy croutons. The brussel sprouts were "too crunchy", but at least that wasn't my mistake.
Everything else, though, came out swimmingly. Not that there was much more, given we seldom have more than four people at table. This year in particular, we pared down to the basics: bird cooked blind, giblet gravy, bread and apple dressing, sweet potatoes with pecans, brussel sprouts (microwaves) with balsamic, and a homemade mincemeat pie with ice cream for dessert. (I bid au revoir but not adieu to my pecan pie earlier in the week by filling a pie pan with nuts and then pouring them into a freezer bag for later retrieval.) We had a red, and a white, and sweet sweet sherry. Nuphy brought treats from the Christkindlmarket for Nach-Nachtisch, but we only sampled the Zimtsterne and left the Schokolade for later.
The funny little man had a lot to say, much of it about his latest project, a tight-lipped straight boy from the 'burbs who needs some lifecoaching. We reminisced about mutual friends we'd all but lost touch with and, as he was bundling up to catch his bus, it occurred to me that it had been just over twenty years since we first met. I'm amazed--amazed he's still around, amazed he still puts up with me, amazedmonshu still puts up with us both. He looked tired and sounded tired, but--despite our urging--he kept hanging around in the front room listening to us bang on about one thing and another.
There were a few moments where I got a little farklempt fun hertsn, but mostly I was able to do what he's always urging me to do and be in the moment. Easy to do, of course, when that moment is just hanging out with your two best friends.
monshu didn't want to put on pants and I joined him in solidarity; we should've let Nuphy know ahead of time so he could've joined the fun.) As for the meal, I'm going to call it a qualified success until the Old Man comes up to deliver his verdict without company present. He was polite about my forgetting to foil the dressing, but I suspect he would really prefer the bread in it not be crispy croutons. The brussel sprouts were "too crunchy", but at least that wasn't my mistake.Everything else, though, came out swimmingly. Not that there was much more, given we seldom have more than four people at table. This year in particular, we pared down to the basics: bird cooked blind, giblet gravy, bread and apple dressing, sweet potatoes with pecans, brussel sprouts (microwaves) with balsamic, and a homemade mincemeat pie with ice cream for dessert. (I bid au revoir but not adieu to my pecan pie earlier in the week by filling a pie pan with nuts and then pouring them into a freezer bag for later retrieval.) We had a red, and a white, and sweet sweet sherry. Nuphy brought treats from the Christkindlmarket for Nach-Nachtisch, but we only sampled the Zimtsterne and left the Schokolade for later.
The funny little man had a lot to say, much of it about his latest project, a tight-lipped straight boy from the 'burbs who needs some lifecoaching. We reminisced about mutual friends we'd all but lost touch with and, as he was bundling up to catch his bus, it occurred to me that it had been just over twenty years since we first met. I'm amazed--amazed he's still around, amazed he still puts up with me, amazed
monshu still puts up with us both. He looked tired and sounded tired, but--despite our urging--he kept hanging around in the front room listening to us bang on about one thing and another.There were a few moments where I got a little farklempt fun hertsn, but mostly I was able to do what he's always urging me to do and be in the moment. Easy to do, of course, when that moment is just hanging out with your two best friends.