So, I am having Thanksgiving at my house this year.
Mom in her psychedelic fog cracked a rare smart-alecky comment about my tendency to go overboard.
Damn it sucks to be so transparent.
Well, I decided I would make bread instead of buying it,
I’d make leafs for my new garage sale steal of a dining room table that when pulled out with it’s new leafs (I am so proud of) it seats 10.
I’ll make new drapes and table cloths with ,
what?
place mats, yes, whoo hoo,
I am on a roll now.
Hmm why buy napkins from the store,
I’ll MAKE THEM!!!!
Ok now mom insist on the traditional turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, and said she would do that
(I don't think she can do that seeing bunny's running arround in the liveing room, complements of Lithium, Thorazine, Prozac, Wellbutrin and whatever that other one is)
so I can get down to the gourmet, Crown Roast of Pork with Porcini, Fennel an Apple Stuffing. All this and full time school.
I built the leafs, as told above,
made the drapes,
but damn these placemats are getting a bit much,
not to mention the napkins.
I am giggling like crazy right now because everyone’s placemats and napkins will be a different size and shape if I can’t get my mom off the psycho drugs.
She lifts her head after I butchered the fabric and say’s, “you cut that wrong”,
Gee thanks mom.
I started baking the bread and guess what……
I didn’t know the recipe was for three loafs of bread,
And didn't discover this until after I had 8 batches rising.
so now I have 24 loafs and each guest has to eat at least three.
Oh, my god, I am laughing my ass off.
So the recipe says place loafs on cooking stone
put 1/3 cup water in broiler pan beneath stone
and spritz loafs.
Ok, seems easy,
Loafs on stone,
push in,
pour water in pan,
BAM,
exploding blue glass everywhere.
Guess a glass broiler pan was not the choice of material.
Now only 22 LOAFS