Two of my kids went to have Thanksgiving with their father (my ex) yesterday. Actually, bring Thanksgiving would be more accurate.
the plan was for my daughter to make the one meal she can cook by herself, which isnt Thanksgivingy in the least. My ex kept pushing to go out to eat, but the kids told him repeatedly that it wasn't going to happen.
An aside - we believe in avoiding going to stores, restaurants, etc on the big holidays as to not contribute to more and more places staying open and making people work. It's a small thing and it's not like we can end the encroachment, but we can at least try not to contribute. My ex doesn't share these philosophies.
He's voting for Donald Trump and believes were still married in the eyes of God because he went from lapsed Catholic to fundy-lite after I left him. That should tell you everything you need to know.
Back to our story.,,
Simce T-Day is mini-Buffy's favorite holiday, hands down, after getting the grateful and relieved go-ahead (from my grown up littles) to cater their event I sent the following:
- 1 17 lb turkey
- 2 types of stuffing
- homemade cranberry sauce
- canned cranberry sauce
- cauliflower gratin
- mashed potatoes
- homemade pumpkin pie
- homemade flourless chocolate individual cakes (OMG did they turn out amazing!)
- butter, all accoutrements as I assumed he'd have nothing.
I even sent one of my good cookie sheet and parchment paper and aluminum foil.
i forgot, however, to send an oven mitt. He's been living in his place for over a year and this was the first time his oven was used. I learned he's not owned a pot holder or oven mitt since we were married. And apparently doesn't have one now because "your mother took them all in the divorce."
Yep. 11 years of marriage and 3 kids all because I wanted the vast profit of keeping all the oven mitts.
Mini-Buffy called me from the car, to which she fled when he was embarrassing her by getting annoyed with the people at Walgreens for "hiding" the oven mitts they went to purchase. She said she missed being home and it was more fun stealing food whilst I'm trying to cook than to try to get everything ready while her dad sneaks food from her and she gave him ONE job to do (carve the turkey) and he stood their eating more than made it to the platter.
My little grasshopper has learned it sometimes sucks to be the grownup.
i get not cooking, but not firing up an oven even for pre made cookies? Nothing? How do you get to mid-40's and become incredulous when your daughter assumes you own an oven mitt?
Will be happy to see my wandering sheep when they get home today.