I think I miss my blog. I just realized it’s been going for about 10 years now – though I’ve removed or drafted most of the older posts. I regret that I DELETED some because sometimes it does me well to remember things. I miss talking about all the stuff I used to and it’s therapeutic qualities. I think I’ll get back to it and do some re-vamping after the holidays.
For now – Mr Nikki’s was home on Monday and Tuesday cause of the crazy weather. I’m not going to complain or laugh because it’s just cool to get all these days off. He’ll go to work today for only a couple of hours, then tomorrow is Thanksgiving!
This is our first Thanksgiving, really. Our entire first holiday season. Our first Thanksgiving, we’d only known each other for 10 days or so – I’d canceled my trip to the Virgin Islands to spend Thanksgiving with the guy I’d been carrying on a rather intense & involved relationship with for a few months. I canceled it rather heartlessly, at the last minute – and I mean THE LAST MINUTE. Anyway. Instead, Mr Nikki & I hung out with my parents, aunt & uncle and talked about my flying out to Santa Monica with him. That Christmas, he was in Santa Monica and I was still in Pennsylvania for another couple months until I’d be following him out there. (I’d wanted to wait, to save up more money since I’d have to leave my job and jobs were not easy to come by. Still aren’t.)
The following Thanksgiving, we skipped out and went to Palm Springs. Palm Springs & Joshua Tree are parts of California that I LOVE and would go back to a hundred times over. But we just hiked around Joshua Tree and I remembering eating tuna tartare for dinner. Christmas found us back in Pennsylvania again, with our parents.
The Thanksgiving after THAT, we had a new baby. He was maybe a week old at the time? Perhaps two? I forget exactly what date Thanksgiving fell on last year. Needless to say, we didn’t really observe it. My birth doula was kind enough to bring some delicious chicken and yams over for us, though. Christmas that year? Oy vey. 5 days before Christmas we moved to Seattle. My parents came out to help/visit but it was a pretty dark, non holiday.
So this year? My Dad moped at me about us not flying to Pennsylvania, but no. Hell, no. This is our first holiday season in our own home as a real family.
Today I’m getting some of the food out of the way for tomorrow. I’m roasting & smashing the sweet potatoes for maple whipped sweet potatoes. I’m roasting one of my farmer’s market sugar pie pumpkins for completely-from-scratch chipotle pumpkin pie with bourbon whipped cream. I’m getting the pie crust ready. The turkey, which we picked up from the farm last week, right after it had been killed, is thawing – and we’re going to try “spatchchocking” it… we’ll see how that goes! Tomorrow I’ll make the shaved brussel sprouts with lemon and poppyseeds, the roasted pear & red onion and something with the cranberries I got at the farmer’s market. From here on out, life just got a whole lot easier & better.