Well, I am having a difficult Thanksgiving, but I think it is just one of those weeks were stuff goes wrong.
Did I tell you Albie Dog bit me? He did! Without realizing it. You know how, as a dog owner, you sometimes notice that your dog is chewing on something unidentifiable, and then you have to shove your hand in their mouth and yank whatever that thing is out before they manage to chew and swallow it? So, I was doing that, and Albie Dog was desperately trying to chew at the same time, and one of his molars knicked me. That was on Monday and it kind of set the tone for the week.
Yesterday, I accidentally dipped my hair in hot wax. You know those hot wax room smeller things? You plug them into an outlet and the wax melts and smells good? I have one behind my couch. And yesterday morning I was sitting on the couch and I undid my braid and flipped my hair out to start brushing it, and then I reached for a bunch to brush and felt something warm and sticky on my hand. Yes, I had flipped the bottom 3 inches right into the hot wax. So my hair became hard and waxy, but also kind of nice and cinnamon smelling.
I committed to doing the apple pie and the Ancestral Pink dip for Thanksgiving. I’m not one of those incompetent young people, I’ve made these exact same items multiple Thanksgivingses before. No big deal. Last night I was tired after a surprisingly long day at work (who calls in for technical support 5 minutes to 5 the day before Thanksgiving?), so I just peeled and sliced the apples. This morning I got up and got out the ingredients and started working on the crust. It’s not the crust I usually make (I usually make Aunt Francis’ pie crust, this is Mom’s Mom’s pie crust), but even so it just didn’t feel quite right. It was really soft, but I thought “maybe this is one of those crusts that you fit into the pan instead of rolling out?” I brought it over to the pie pan and started pushing it into place and it felt really weird. So finally I checked the recipe. Aha! Not 1 CUP of shortening, 1/THIRD CUP of shortening. I blame my grandmother’s handwriting.
So that went in the trash and I started over. This time it was dry enough to roll out, but still kind of temperamental. In the transfer from work table to pie pan, I lost cohesion of half the crust. So I had to do that thing where you take all the little bits of crust and kind of piece them together until you fill the whole pan, instead of a nice smooth sheetlike draping of the the whole thing. Anyway, it’s in there now!
And that is the point that I realized I forgot to buy cream cheese and can’t make the dip. So, new plan! I write this blog post and vent, and then I go out to the Walgreens next to the Starbucks and get coffee and cream cheese. And then I come back and the whole world will be better. Also, maybe I shower and wash the wax out of my hair.