the week of thanksgiving work was pretty stressful. i felt it start in my head and travel into my neck and shoulders until it set up camp in my back. it was seriously the mother of all knots.
i requested back rubs of christian. that’s what husbands are there for, right? he kindly offered to call our friend’s husband who is well skilled in all things massagery. i declined. i re-asked christian for a back rub. (i think his plan in this area is to perform the task so badly that i never ask again. but i kept asking.) every night menthol filled our room. christian complained while i slept.
tallie said i needed to relax. she suggested going to a korean bathhouse. had i ever been? um, no. although at my crazy last office fianna and i did overhear one kooky co-worker give intimate details about her annual visits to those types of establishments. apparently having your breasts exfoliated is empowering. who knew? well, i did not want to know. nor was i going to prance around a korean bathhouse.
she said i could just get a normal massage. i told her that was probably the fastest way to give me more knots in my back. i leave massages more tense than when i entered.
stumped she asked what i do to relax. my response was quick – baking or cooking. planning a menu. trying new recipes. all while listening to my podcasts or records.
so you can understand why, even though we were planning on spending thanksgiving with our friends, i had a turkey defrosting in the fridge and two loaves of white bread and homemade cornbread drying out on the counter.
i brought my little appetizers to the babbel’s house and even shared my ambrosia. the prime rib was delicious. made by the very husband who has a massage table upstairs. this was a discussion at dinner. he offered to give christian some tips. christian just guzzled his sparkling cider.
my favorite part of thanksgiving was getting a tour of sundi’s new little room decked out in everything sponge bob and eating warm apple crisp while she ate her plain vanilla ice cream swimming in milk.
we finished the night off with some dance central at the menzies’ and visiting the parkes.
friday morning instead of shopping, i devoured brunch.
and saturday, i got to work on our second thanksgiving.
i learned that it is finally time i bought a meat thermometer. cornbread stuffing sounds like a good idea, but i prefer mine white and sagey. people are perplexed with my peach mashed potatoes with one sweet potato mixed in. and i should have made more of the fluffy honey rolls from america’s test kitchen. we only had two left.