For the last three years I've live blogged our Harvest Dinner and even though my commitment to blogging has been less than awesome lately, I feel the pressure of tradition and will be taking several breaks throughout the day to make a note of how things are going. If you're bored and I haven't updated recently, just check out the last three events: click for 2008, 2007 and 2006.
This year I'm sticking to just doing the Turkey and cranberries as well as the gravy and, due to a last minute drop out, some yams. I did the pomegranate molasses last night with a little help from the Mister and the Housemates as I had to be at work. We have only 14 people coming this year (down from 20 last year) so if anyone wants to come, just show up later and watch me squirm while I try to figure out where to put you. It'll be awesome.
So here goes your annual live blogging of a turkey roast. Come back throughout the day for updates or just wait until midnight and see what I managed to get posted.
7:00 am - Everyone is up and therefore believe I should be up. They are evil and I hate them, but only for a moment. Mostly because they leave me alone and I keep sleeping.
9:02 - I'M UP! What day is this? Where am I? What am I forgetting!?
9:03 - Blurry-eyed and stumbling I make it into the bathroom and then stumble into some clothing, even remembering that I will be on my feet all day and therefore need good shoes on my feet.
9:15 - Start roasting garlic
9:33 - Making the cranberries and enjoying the smell of the Triple Sec.
9:42 - distracting kids with a bowl of fresh cranberries, a needle and some thread. They're making strings for the birds while trying not to poke their little fingers.
10:00 - cranberries done and about half of them tucked into a jar for Mark, who has requested that I make too much and set it aside for later.
10:06 - making the herbed butter for the turkey, stating the oven. Aiming to get bird in oven by 11am.
11:04 - Re-reading last years post and realizing I should wait to get the bird in the oven until noonish. Which is good, because the oven is ready but the turkey is still in the fridge. Working on it.
11:51 - Turkey in the oven. Really not a fan of raw bird. Ick.
11:57 - putting apple juice and mulling spices into the crock pot. Need to set up the coffee maker for 6pm and start the yams a'bakin'.
12:14 - Yams baking in the oven, cider mulling it over in the crock pot. What's next? Oh, right! Sample the fancy cheeses, of course!
12:45 - What? Isn't this what happens at your house when you clean up?
1:00 - Um, someone has to clean the bathrooms. Guess who? Hell, it's me.
1:42 - yams are finally done (almost 2 hours of baking!) and now need to cool down so I can mash 'em up good and add the extra yummy bits. Also, having a break from cleaning bathrooms since Anya apparently finds a freshly cleaned toilet irresistible. Maybe this, rather than prunes, is the answer to her problems?
2:51 - And now the panic sets in. We're not ready. I'm not showered or dressed in clean clothes (neither is Mark). And the kids? Playing dress up! Weeeee!
3:20 - Showered! Dressed! Whoot! Now to get the cheese plate together and get me a drink!
This pie was made by John, who called in sick to work so he could make it a masterpiece. For the record, Oreet put the pretty leaves on top. And she's damn proud of those leaves.
4:00 - First guests have arrived with (count 'em) SIX dishes of yum. We love them. Turkey came out of the oven looking awesome and smelling even better. But I still need a drink. Off to make that happen.
4:25 - JO arrives! YAY! Let there be happy people everywhere. And yes, I got a drink. YAY!
6:21 - Dinner is over and everything turned out beautifully yummy. So much good food. Now comes dessert and coffee and tea and hot spiced cider. Oh, I love this party!
7:41 - Everyone is heading home and the girls are in bed for the night. I'm so full of good food I'm in the pain stage. Also? I've received two phone calls and multiple text messages from work about work things. Step off, people, I'm EATING! Well, I was. But now I'm going to put my feet up with my Mister and leave the dishes for the morrow.
Another year down. More photos to come (I hope). Signing off!