Thanksgiving

It was decided the the Chirico Castle (my house) was selected to host thanksgiving. this was fantastic my gawd I get to show off the house. This will be the first time people will come to the house. I was star struck, excited the conversations, the Ohhs and Ahhs ….and then reality struck….. my house is a giant trash heap. sure many of the rooms were newly painted but despite living in the house for a year, we still haven’t “moved in”.

it was a scramble at first ! started organizing then

Day Before, thanksgiving: Clean, Clean Clean must keep Cleaning. The Boo” I am going to go shopping I need ingredients to make the Charcuterie board”.

I thought to myself, Oh no I stressed boo out She always goes shopping in high stressed situations

Phone rings: “Hi dad,”I answered “hey son you wanna go mountain biking”

I thought to myself and the mountain of things i needed to do ” Yeah, sure We can totally go mountain biking”

My father arrives “hey, dad can you fix this switch, and this outlet, also, take all this stuff ane bring it downstairs, the Milwaukee drill and the switch is right there. Then we can go mountain biking” to which my dad replies ” we are not going mountain biking are we”. But,with the unstoppable power of the Milwaukee he got those tasks done in record time. “my god dad we might actually be able to go mountain biking, But we have one problem Milwaukee doesn’t make tools for the kitchen so i guess we aren’t going mointain biking”

The night before thanksgiving: Time to Prep the turkey. I take the turkey out. the sits and waits. the Boo “your opening it wrong” ” watch the juices” “why don’t you have everything ready” She exclaims

“Boo, i think you need to fix your hair yeah you should go upstairs and fix it before thanksgiving”

With boo successfully distracted I got to work following the directions the best I could….well the best a new parent at 2:00 am could.

Thanksgiving day morning: The boo, Baby and I were making our preparations.

Dad “son, do you want to bike to the thanksgiving day race”

“Sure” I do a quick ride to mains street and back” and come back to a stressed out Boo frantically moving stuff around. “i am going to make the Charcuterie board” “Vinny, your holding the turkey wrong” ” Vinny, your not ding priority things” “Vinny, Blah Blah Blah Charcuterie board Blah Blah, Vinny!!!”. I place the turkey in the oven

“Boo, I think your hair is a bit off, Yeah, I think you should go to you mothers to help you. you may need the whole day, oh and take Charlie with you”

With the Boo Properly distracted time to get to work……I called in Sister Support. “Olivia, I need your help” Olivia and I hum along until we are reminded about the turkey……by the smoke alarm.

” Oh, dear Oh dear Oh dear”, we both check on the turkey. the top was already burn and we had 3 more hours of cooking to go. Olivia the expert in meats “get the Foil, the turkey baster, and the Milwaukee Drill We are going to have to resort to Liquid cooling. we do what we could.

It was midday and Grandma stops by.

“My gawh, Olivia grandma is here” If you don’t know Grandma on thanksgiving is a bit of a rare bird you see. you see she grandma has a multiple thanksgivings to go to. If grandma hangs around it means your thanksgiving is a good one if not it means your thanksgiving is great. if she leaves after 45 minutes it means it was a dud. So my goal is to hold grandma as long as possible with a half burned turkey. “Olivia, we need appetizer’s” well make the Charcuterie board” “oh right….. what’s a Charcuterie board” Afters some education and the charcuterie board was made.