Scene: Thanksgiving Day. T minus 30 minutes.
The bronzed bird is resting on the counter, but you need the drippings to make the gravy.
The potatoes are boiling furiously, and you are waiting to drain some of that starchy cooking water into the pot for the gravy. (A tip you found long ago). The mashing tools are ready and waiting.
You have just rolled out the crescent rolls, which need a short time and little oven space. Good thing those candied sweet potatoes and extra casserole of stuffing are about finished.
The fresh cut green beans have been steamed, and are now in a skillet with butter and sliced almonds on the back burner.
You found out how delicious those fresh cranberries can be, and you made them the night before, while the second batch of pumpkin pies was baking. The first batch was set aside, since you forgot to add sugar to the pumpkin.
The table has been set with the “good dishes” since early in the day, so the counter tops are busy. With fresh cut flowers and candles, you are sure no one will notice that you didn’t iron that table cloth.
The guests have all arrived, the kids are dressed and ready.
The husband is collecting coats, tending to the cooler of beer and wine on the back porch that the uncles brought to the party.
You are trying to smile, and listen in on some of the family conversations going on all around you.
You’ve got this. You are a holiday hostess in full control.
Then you look down and realize, you are still in your cooking clothes…mostly pajamas.
If I had it to do all over again, I would.
And more often.
Happy Thanksgiving !