The past two mornings I have woken up at some ungodly hour (5:30 or so) and had a hard time getting back to sleep. I keep thinking about things I need to buy and recipes I need to look up.
This whole Thanksgiving thing might be stressing me out a little bit. Hmph.
Currently, I've got 19 folks in the count for dinner on Thursday. It's going to be great! I'm really excited to cook a (very large) turkey for the first time. And have all these lovely people to spend the day with. Oh, and the family, they fly in on Monday and Tuesday. For Thanksgiving. And the Birthday of Doom (doom oom oom oom) because they must be with me on the significant birthday and I was unwilling to give up the cacophony that is Thanksgiving with my friends here. I mean, my family is lovely and all as well. And I'm very glad they will be here. Especially my mom what with her experience cooking for large numbers of people and all. Except she gets stressed out about it and doesn't deal with it well.
And, it's a potluck so not terribly stressful. Except that noone has volunteered to bring mashed potatoes. What is Thanksgiving without the mashed potatoes? And the green bean casserole? Mmm... green bean casserole...
Also something I think will be amusing to say the least. The drinking. There will be wine. Perhaps other alcohol. My parents do not touch the stuff. Don't even cook with it. There will be more than one dish with some sort of spirit as an ingredient. I'm probably taking a little too much evil joy in this situation. I know, I sound like I'm 15 and my parents are so not cool. Ah well.