Cheers to Family and a Thanksgiving Feast!
babies, turkey birdies, eye-patches, pumpkin pie almonds, SWEET POTS, reddi whip galore, a guest appearance from the mequon cops?... geezy wheezy, welcome to Thanksgiving at the Kuehn household.
Where do I even begin?!
Well, Thanksgiving morning. That seems appropriate. Miss Meg organized a tasty lil brekki for the troops. Her family travels from Cleveland, Ohio about every other year to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with our family in Milwaukee. This year, the travel gang included my Aunt Sue, her kids Bradley and Jake, and my Uncle Skip. It's a full house. That's for sure. And it's always great to see them, especially on the holidays!
This year my mom and I got a head start on the cooking. We took advantage of T-giving eve and prepped the sweet pots, green beans and mashed potatoes. Then my dad cooked 4 additional turkey breasts. We've got a big fam ... what can I say?! Also, let's be real, there are no master chefs at the Kuehn household, but my parents have been hosting Thanksgiving every year for the entire family [aunts, uncles, cousin... etc.] ever since I can remember. Twenty-some years in the making, yep yep. It's safe to say we've got everything down to a science by now. It goes pretty smoothly. Not to mention, we've adopted the "semi-homemade" way of cooking. No shame in that game :)
Anyways, brekki aside... tick tock, we've got a bird to stuff! When it comes to the turkey prep, I make the stuffing and my dad handles the bird. We're a dynamic duo! It's a messy process to say the least. But, just a few minutes before 9am, we're set. Into the oven the bird goes to roast and toast, and the remaining stuffing is put into pans to keep warm until we're ready to eat.
My brother Matt, his girlfriend Shelby and their dog Sunni showed up a little after 1pm... just in time to help carve the turkey. This is where I take a back seat and let them do their thing. It's a greasy, steamy mess. Yikes. Both my dad and Matt wear these blue rubber gloves, you know, the kind that look like you're going into surgery. Kooks. My dad carves; Matt makes sure no meat is left behind on the carcas. Sunni lays on the floor, drooling, desperately waiting for a piece of turkey to miraclusly fall from the sky.
We joke that Poppy - my grandpa - is watching over them... and rolling over in his grave at the site of their work. He was a butcher and when he carved our Thanksgiving turkey he was simply meticulous! Nothing like nowadays with my dad and Matt :) Every year we hang a picture of Poppy on the fridge so he can silently judge the monstrocity of their work!
It's mid-afternoon by this point and the rest of fam floods in. Aunts, uncles, cousins, kids of cousins... our house is loud-land. My cousin scratched his cornea and my uncle tapes some gauze over his eye. Never a dull moment.
TA DA...and then SHE arrives. None other than the Z-queen!... with her NEW baby brother in tow + her mom and dad - Zulay, my sister-in-law and John, my brother.
Zi is my lil gal pal, of course. But now babysitters club is growing even bigger. Watch out!! I have a new itty-bitty [week old!] nephew, Remy.
Both Zi and Remy were wearing buffalo check and could NOT be any cuter. Auntie b is smitten. Lil Zi is SUCH a good big sister and loves to give kisses and hugs. Remy is very loved.
We sit down to eat. Per usual the table looks fab, Mom. This year, we'll call the theme "rustic gold". I think it's workin'!
I was taking photos of the entire fam at the table and then I said, let's be real, I really only want a photo of Zi. Ooo girl, I see you've got some of Auntie b's sweet pots on your plate. I like your style. nom nom!
I won't bore you will all the night's details. To sum it up: We feasted. We chatted. We had pie. It was a Thanksgiving success!
Every year my Uncle Marty, Aunt Dew and cousin Izzie are in charge of making the pies. Yum. They're always delicious! We had apple and pumpkin pie + lots and lots of whipped cream.
Hmm, the Thanksgiving highlights, you ask?? Well, the cops showed up due to an iPhone mishap. Supposedly that emergency button really does work. Yikes. My aunt and dad accidentally wore the same patterned shirt. ded. They're both jokesters so they pretended to be Donnie and Marie. And, last but definitely not least, Zi learned that Sunni could double as a dog AND a mini pony. How exciting!
We had tons of leftovers - most of which was given away that night. My Uncle Marty makes a pot pie with his portion of the t-giving goodies, which I think is quite genius! He also told me about this bomb.com turkey soup that he makes. I hummed and hawed. But, in an effort to NOT be labeled as the stinky girl with a turkey carcas on the Amtrak, I opted to ditch the turkey bones in MKE and attempt the recipe in Chicago at a later date.
Shelby also made this fab brussel sprout salad. If I remember correctly, the base was shaved brussels with a topping of feta cheese, dried cranberries, pears and a balsamic dressing.
Looks like I'll be a busy bee with lots of fresh recipes to test for upcoming posts! Buzz buzz.
I hope your Thanksgiving was just as delightful as mine! Nothing better than a lil family time and food feastin'. This marks the last and final year of Thanksgiving on Thornapple Lane. 18 years and POOF! My parents sold their house and ... buh BAI ... off to condo living they go. Couldn't be more excited for them! New adventures on the horizon.