Firsts
Since becoming an adult (or at least reaching the age of adulthood), i have been expected to make contributions to my familys' Thanksgiving meals. Normally, i bake the pies. i'm good at fruit pies like apple, cherry, and peach... not pumkin or rhubarb. Even though they might count technically as fruits under varying definitions of the term, they, in my opinion, do not belong in pastries. [Coincidentally, there are places fruits just do not belong either... for instance, salads. No strawberries in spinach salads, no grapes in chicken salad. Just no. But that's another blog entry.]
But this past Thanksgiving was the first one that was wholly mine. Well, not wholly... Jeff and his brother both contributed to the meal. But the turkey was on me, as well as the cooking. i was nervous because no matter what i do it always seems wrong to his family. And i could just imagine the fallout of giving both boys a case of Salmonella from undercooked turkey.
It all turned out alright, and i had another fantastic time with Jeff and his brother. They are absolutely hysterical together. i laughed until i cried more times than i could count. And then later in bed, i just cried. i missed my family. Terribly. i never thought it would be that bad, but it hit me and hard.
We returned to Wichita for Black Friday, and i broke another expectation of myself. i swore i would never go near a mall on the day after Thanksgiving. But Jeff made me an offer i couldn't refuse: spend an hour and change at the mall and get treated to the new Steven King movie at the cineplex. When we stepped outside to go the mall, it was snowing. my first Kansas snowfall. Just flurries, but they picked up as the evening went on, and by the time we hit the theater, the flakes were big enough for tongue-catching. Still, the ground was so warm and the flakes were so intermittent that there was no accumulation expected.
On Saturday morning we woke up to put lights on the tree, and low and behold... three centimeters of fresh, driven snow all over everything.
First Thanksgiving dinner... first Kansas snowfall. Another weekend of firsts.
But this past Thanksgiving was the first one that was wholly mine. Well, not wholly... Jeff and his brother both contributed to the meal. But the turkey was on me, as well as the cooking. i was nervous because no matter what i do it always seems wrong to his family. And i could just imagine the fallout of giving both boys a case of Salmonella from undercooked turkey.
It all turned out alright, and i had another fantastic time with Jeff and his brother. They are absolutely hysterical together. i laughed until i cried more times than i could count. And then later in bed, i just cried. i missed my family. Terribly. i never thought it would be that bad, but it hit me and hard.
We returned to Wichita for Black Friday, and i broke another expectation of myself. i swore i would never go near a mall on the day after Thanksgiving. But Jeff made me an offer i couldn't refuse: spend an hour and change at the mall and get treated to the new Steven King movie at the cineplex. When we stepped outside to go the mall, it was snowing. my first Kansas snowfall. Just flurries, but they picked up as the evening went on, and by the time we hit the theater, the flakes were big enough for tongue-catching. Still, the ground was so warm and the flakes were so intermittent that there was no accumulation expected.
On Saturday morning we woke up to put lights on the tree, and low and behold... three centimeters of fresh, driven snow all over everything.
First Thanksgiving dinner... first Kansas snowfall. Another weekend of firsts.
posted by ellie at 14:58
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