When I was a junior high
teacher, Thanksgiving Eve was one of my most favorite days of the entire
year. We had been working for months
without a break and had just finished conferences, which coincidently were my
least favorite days of the year.
I would lay on the couch
all day in my jammies, order pizza, and watch movies - like the childless,
20-something year old that I was who had no comprehension of just how sacred
this luxury was.
Today was the opposite
of that day. The kids were home from
school, and I baked all day. Looks
pretty amazing, right?!
What this photo does not
show was me running to Kroger twice in my jammies: once to get RumChata for
Friday morning and nacho chips for tonight’s dinner. The other time was to buy two pie plates
since they mysteriously went missing.
They did not have any in stock on the day before Thanksgiving. Surprisingly.
I was, however, able to scavenge some from my parents.
It also does not show
that the pies were all done at different times making us late for a play date.
Nor does it show the failed
double batch of cookie dough due to miscalculating the amount of butter.
Regardless, the finished
products look pretty impressive (and I can attest that the cookies are
delicious).
Tomorrow, I will make
the coconut cream pies – my absolute favorite Thanksgiving dessert.
Why coconut cream pie
and chocolate chip cookies? Last year, I
wrote a piece for Huffington Post explaining the significance of these special
desserts.
So I won’t cooking a turkey this year (or celebrating my two years of working through my raw poultry fear), and I didn’t have time to do any art therapy. But I still worked that dessert jam and can’t
wait to celebrate tomorrow!
Hope everyone has a
wonderful Thanksgiving!