Alrighty . . .
Back from my crazy day. Actually the day wasn’t so crazy, but it was certainly relaxing. Apparently I needed the relaxation.
I have SO many leftovers in my fridge. There were six of us (my parents and three friends), and I made a ton of food. The menu:
Turkey
Ham
Mashed Potatoes
Twice-Baked Sweet Potatoes
Macaroni and Cheese
Green Beans
Collard Greens
Cornbread Stuffing
Cranberry sauce (which doesn’t count because it was out of a can)
Rolls
Gravy
Dessert:
Lemon Coconut Cake
Red Velvet Cake
Apple Pie
Sweet Potato Pie
Banana Pudding
LOTS of wine
Answers to frequently asked questions:
Yes, I made it all myself
Yes, I made it all from scratch (except I didn’t slaughter the turkey or the pig)
No, I don’t eat ham . . . that was for my dad
No, I’ve never had a marriage proposal
My biggest accomplishment was thoroughly cleaning the kitchen before going to bed. The last guests left at midnight, and I was up until about 2, scrubbing.
I was up at 6:30 to take advantage of garbage day!! Yay!! I LOVE garbage day. Nothing’s more therapeutic than hauling all of that shit out to the alley and watching it get compressed in that big blue truck.
I suppose I could take it to the alley on any day other than garbage day, but– call me neurotic — I hate it when people go through my trash. It’s usually nothing important, but I still feel violated in a way. It’s disturbing to see a mess in the alley, and recognize some of my own garbage items being blown down the street. If I absolutely have to take it out before garbage day, I include a liberal amount of kitty litter to derail the rummagers. I still prefer to hand it directly to my friendly regular garbage men, who promptly crush it in the compressor right before my paranoid eyes.
