Last night concluded all of the Thanksgiving shenanigans that might take place during the weekend with my family; it was also my cousin Nantina's birthday.
My aunt went on a baking frenzy this weekend and believe it or not made a killer pumpkin pie so I really didn't need to waste all my time buying the mass-produced styrofoam junk in the stores - whatever, I'll still eat it. My aunt also made two attempts last night to bake my cousin a cake. A simple no fuss 'any-dumbass-can-do-it-so-can-you' Betty Crocker type cake. Of course my aunt being a careful baker checked on the progress and upon seeing uneven shape on the surface thought that bubbles in the batter was no good and so after a few minutes of baking in the oven, proceeded to take the pan out and bang it on the counter, thus letting all air out of said bubbles. I don't need to tell you I am sure that the result was a VERY flat sad looking cake. It did not rise much more. She then flipped pan the over and the 'cake' flopped out. This sad brick simply would not do for her adult child and so she insisted she have another go; only this time would let the cake do it's thing. Everything was going according to plan the second time around, my aunt carefully making sure noone spoke too loudly or walked too 'heavily' in the house should the cake fall again. It all looked quite beautiful (a better word for 'normal') when she removed it hot from the oven; however things went terribly, terribly wrong when she flipped it over again to remove the cake from the pan and instead of coming out nicely in one piece it had come out in pieces. I'm sure my aunt was cursing herself because she knows as well as anyone that you are supposed to let the cake COOL before doing any flipping or any removal.
I will say that no cake goes uneaten in my family, and it doesn't matter what condition it turns out to be, just hand out the forks and they will have at'er.
We also do things according to traditions, however we also create our own. Instead of turkey we opted for beef dip for dinner - I'm sick of the bird anyway, it's over-rated. As usual there's very little of anything serious happening at the table, normally jokes are told and people are mocked and it's another day at our house, but as all families should do, we reflected on memories and went round the table sharing what we were thankful for in our lives. It went a little something like this:
Cousin Nantina : "I'm thankful for my mother who makes me not one, but two cakes because she loves her daughter oh-so-much."
Me: " I'm thankful to have an Aunt and Uncle who love us and support us."
Sister 1 : "Ditto"
Sister 2 : "Ditto"
Uncle Neil : " I'm thankful for John Labbatt." ( as he looks fondly at his beer can) " No but in all seriousness, I am thankful that 'The Rick Mercer Show' and 'This Hour Has 22 Minutes' has been moved to Tuesday nights because otherwise I'd be missing them right now."
Aunty Lou : " Wow Neil. That was moving. (rolls eyes) Well I am thankful for all my family whom I love, even though they are a little crazy and morals are questionable. And I am thankful for my little granddaughter Alyson and her sister or brother inside her mummy's tummy."
Alyson : (makes funny face) two year old's statement is inaudible.
Cousin Ian : "Yeah I wanna ditto what Aly just said and also I am thankful that I can pass gas and it doesn't hurt. I just did, did anybody hear it? It was AWESOME! Felt soooo good."
Alyson : shrieks of horror and disgust " NANA!! DADDY STINKY!"
And of course we ended it all with the glorious birthday cake that almost never was.
" And so I thank the LORD! For giving me the things I need, the sun and the rain and the appleseed! The Lord is good to me! JOHNNY APPLESEED! AMEN!
*food fight ensues*
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This sounds like a thanksgiving at my folks' house, except with about 10 less people, and much more talk about pee/poo (all on my dad's behalf). Oh, and the dog has to be whining begging for food throughout the prayer.
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