Today is the day.
A few weeks ago, I agreed to spend this and last weekend at my parents house while they and my grandparents are in Utah. My younger siblings are all at home, so I got to play mommy for a bit. It's been fun. We got to all snuggle up on my parents bed to watch general conference. Remember Elder Bednar's talk? "STOP poking me!"...... "Get your foot OUT of my back!"....... "stop HOGGING all the blankets!"....... "can you PLEASE move?! You're PUSHING me off the BED!"
All in all though, I'd say it was an enjoyable experience and while I'm sure we heard MOST of the talks amidst all the chattering, I am very glad they print conference issues of the Ensign.
We were also able to have plenty of movie nights (our favorite.) Lots of popcorn and snacks. Throw all the blankets and pillows on the floor and jump in. So fun.
Anyways, today is the day I have been a little nervous about. And by nervous, I mean tossing and turning in the night, dreaming about burnt turkeys, undercooked potatoes and the disappointed expressions on the faces of my family members. Yes, that's right. I am in charge of this year's thanksgiving dinner. I do like to cook, but have never taken on a challenge quite this big before. I always imagined starting off with thanksgiving snack or thanksgiving brunch. Thanksgiving DINNER is the HIGHLIGHT of the weekend. Everyone talks about what delicious entrees they expect to dig into. Thanksgiving memories always include thoughts of dinners past. Everybody loves that feeling of finishing off their third helping of turkey and stuffing.
Okay, I need to calm down. My fingers are shaking. You should see how many typing errors I have made so far. On the bright side, I don't have to make the pies. On the instructions that my mom left me for the weekend (thanks, Mom. Love you), I read the following:
Please go to the store for the pies:
2 pumpkin
2 apple
and 2 cool whip.
Now I will tell you a story.
Saturday comes and I realize I probably shouldn't wait until Monday to buy the pies. (Are the stores even open on Monday?) So, while I was out with my roommate, we stopped at Superstore to buy said pies. I pick up a green box and head to the bakery section. There is a big table with apple pies and a little ways off, one with pumpkin. Perfect. I proceed to fit one apple pie in my green box and realize the the pie is too wide to fit flat in the box. No big deal, I'll just turn it on it's side. Apple pie no. 2 goes in in the same manner. Then I find that I can't fit the pumpkin pies in beside the apple. No room. Okay, I'll just lay those flat on top of them. I go grab some cool whip and rush over to the self checkout. I set my basket down on the floor and wait my turn. My turn comes and I go to lift my box but I accidentally lifted one end up too high and the pumpkin pies do a front flip onto the ground. I grab them as fast as I can and see that no serious damage is done. We're putting whip cream on top anyways, right?
Then I go to ring in my apple pies and see that they have slid down to the bottom of the boxes and are totally crushed on one side. There is a little filling coming out of the box.
So this year, we will be having apple crisp. Not apple pie. Now I must go and prepare the turkey. Wish me luck. I need it.