The Pumpkin Gooey Butter Cake is done. My mother decided she would make the Broccoli Cheese and Rice…"Yeah, I was going to make that too" I told her, to which she replied "But I already got the stuff for it." Heh. Yeah, so did I. Then she says tonight she doesn’t know if it will be "fit to eat" because of some reason or another. Mine is always fit to eat and kicks Cracker Barrel’s straight in its butt. I am also fixing a turkey simply for Sista Smiff use. Last year, there were so many people at Hazel’s, there was not a bit left. I must have leftovers.
Don’t call it "Turkey Day" to me. I HATE it when newspeople use that term. The weather people are especially fond of it and it drives me nuts. Just stop it, right now.
We spent this lovely Thanksgiving Eve at my mother’s. The Slimming Sister and her crew rolled in. I’m seriously thinking of renaming the sister "Gastrica." It just has a certain charm to it, dontchya think?
So Gastrica and her bunch and all of us decided on Mexican since we’ll be jammed pack, stuffed full of turkey tomorrow (except for Gastrica, who, incase you’ve just joined us, recently had gastric bypass surgery. Has lost about 50 lbs thus far, the beeeetch).