Wed night i got home from a fun but chilly day in London and realized i hadnt thawed Tom, the Turkey, nor had i allowed the pastry dough to chill either. so then i started to kinda freak out whether i would have time to cook all the stuff on thursday in time to eat around 6pm.
a quick chat with moo and all was right with the world :)
so, i couldnt really sleep that well, cause i was a bit anxious about the next day and prepping whent to prepare stuff and when it should go into the oven and mentally trying to convert Celcius to Farenheit and blah blah.
i woke up around 8:30 and got to work. first the pies. 1 apple and 2 sweet potato (would have been pumpkin, but apparently Britain doesnt sell the cans in the store, pshhhhhh). so once those were done, i prepped Tom which was kinda like trying to rinse a 14 pound, slippery kid in the sink. Mila got some good photos of this ordeal, but im afraid ill have to steal those and post them at a later date. tom went into the oven, and i tried going for a quick run.....though it was quicker than i had hoped, 10min. gol'dang shin splints!!
so, after a couple hours i started on the mashed white/sweet potatos and Tom was browning/cooking/smelling/looking delicious! i took him out around 4pm and he looked delightful!
my friends began coming around 6 and we ate at 6:30, so only 1/2 behind schedule, but i think it was ok. we gathered around the table and we each said one thing we were happy for, then i asked the blessing (yes, mom! i prayed for everyone!!!). Everyone said the food was really reallly great and everyone had at least 2 helpings. perfect! there was a good amount of turkey left over for my flatmates and i as well as givng some away too. everyone somehow loved the sweepers and 'mallows, but got scared off by the sweeper pie....explain that one to me? i guess marshmallows are more alluring????? oh well, more pie and whipped topping left for me!! haha!
so, i finally got to bed and slept and now im up and have to go to the chiropractor...i also wanted to swim this morning, but no way.......too tired from yesterday.
*oh! in reference to the title, my Greek flatmate Angeliki joked that now that i can cook a full meal and clean, i am ready to get married......(Michael Phelps likes to eat, and im sure he appreciates a clean house.........;)
a quick chat with moo and all was right with the world :)
so, i couldnt really sleep that well, cause i was a bit anxious about the next day and prepping whent to prepare stuff and when it should go into the oven and mentally trying to convert Celcius to Farenheit and blah blah.
i woke up around 8:30 and got to work. first the pies. 1 apple and 2 sweet potato (would have been pumpkin, but apparently Britain doesnt sell the cans in the store, pshhhhhh). so once those were done, i prepped Tom which was kinda like trying to rinse a 14 pound, slippery kid in the sink. Mila got some good photos of this ordeal, but im afraid ill have to steal those and post them at a later date. tom went into the oven, and i tried going for a quick run.....though it was quicker than i had hoped, 10min. gol'dang shin splints!!
so, after a couple hours i started on the mashed white/sweet potatos and Tom was browning/cooking/smelling/looking delicious! i took him out around 4pm and he looked delightful!
my friends began coming around 6 and we ate at 6:30, so only 1/2 behind schedule, but i think it was ok. we gathered around the table and we each said one thing we were happy for, then i asked the blessing (yes, mom! i prayed for everyone!!!). Everyone said the food was really reallly great and everyone had at least 2 helpings. perfect! there was a good amount of turkey left over for my flatmates and i as well as givng some away too. everyone somehow loved the sweepers and 'mallows, but got scared off by the sweeper pie....explain that one to me? i guess marshmallows are more alluring????? oh well, more pie and whipped topping left for me!! haha!
so, i finally got to bed and slept and now im up and have to go to the chiropractor...i also wanted to swim this morning, but no way.......too tired from yesterday.
*oh! in reference to the title, my Greek flatmate Angeliki joked that now that i can cook a full meal and clean, i am ready to get married......(Michael Phelps likes to eat, and im sure he appreciates a clean house.........;)
