Thanksgiving

Okay, I'm not trying to be critical here, but Thanksgiving was, hmm....interesting. I took Bob's advice and went ahead and made my mom's broccoli cheese casserole, along with 2 of the Etter broccoli cheese casserole. One was completely eaten, the other one was thrown away. I made it, they all said it tasted good, but after reheating it for the third time and only a small corner being eaten, I pitched it. Sorry, I don't enjoy food poisoning to start the holiday season. Next year, I'll follow my own inner Food Network Star and make one of theirs and one of mine. I hate wasting food.

Another highlight included the grease fire before we got there. As I stared at the black soot on the ceiling and cabinets, all I could think of was the song "Burning Down the House". The food was okay, but it was served on Kenny's mom's wedding China. I know my limitations, I took a Corelle plate from the kid's table. Some things I refuse to leave to fate.

The incident that killed Thanksgiving was Kenny's brother Greg and his bag of rocks. Greg is an environmental engineer. He lives in Atlanta, is super smart, and goes to these panning for gold places in the mountains of northern Georgia for fun. He brought up two big bags of rocks and forced everyone to pan for gold and gems in the kitchen sink. It created such a mess that no one could get out food for the traditional late evening snack. Since he coopted everyone, no games were played, no holiday movies were watched, very little conversation was had. I read through the Black Friday ads from the paper about 3 times. Needless to say, this ranks up there with some of the worst holiday experiences I've ever had. On Friday, we all met at Kenny's brother's, Mike's, house to eat some more and head to Washington's Christmas parade. Greg got mad because we refused to do more rocks. I'm just glad I get to be home at Christmas with my family. We may be insane, but at lease we always have a good time!