All things considered (mainly meaning being away from my family our yearly ritual of going to our beach cottage on hatteras island , plus this being my first time to cook a din all alone,) Thanksgiving went really well. Brian said I made the turkey closest to perfect he's ever tasted! That meant a lot! And "Yes," I answer you; I choose to think he was telling the truth. The turkey turned out super duper moist, but I think it was due in part to the fact it was boderline under cooked. That was a bit indicative when you looked at the dark meat. It wasn't pink...but not quittte as dark as I am used to seeing it. But hey, the white meat was perfect. If I took it out just a minute sooner...it would have been a potential toilet hugging night. Brian and I decided to do the traditional side dishes both our families shared in common, and then also decided to make one new dish. A pretty simple casserole. Having only one oven is a bit tricky while preparing a feast like this! ( a feast where I want to prove my culinary and domestic skills!) How do I bake my casserole and pies (ok, well, heat up the frozen pies. Baby steps,) all while the turkey is cooking away?! Dangit! Let the stressed out-control freak-in attempt to minimize anxiety level- Abby begin! But at least I realized that in advance. So Brian and I had fun preparing the casserole the night before together. He was trying so hard to be helpful. But apparently I'm a "cookzilla." I believe he said "Abby you weren't a bridezilla...but you are a cookzilla!". I took a few breathes, and responded with "Well you are stressing me outtttt." I'm a jerk. Then I said sorry and suggested maybe he break up and separate the bread crumbs a bit that were toasting with butter on the oven. I thought they looked like they were clumping together a little too much. Well, Brian then proceded to grab a measuring cup, turned it up side down, and started banging the bread crumbs with it, like he was hammering nails into a wall. He was then given a glass of wine and told to go watch tv and not come back in the kitchen. I was mildly horrified. Bread crumbs were now ...dust.
One of my best friends Kristyn bought me a cook book for newly weds, and they are all recipes, not too complicated, for a couple to cook or bake together. That'll be real interesting ! Maybe I should just provide a hammer this time. But, in all seriousness, Brian is so patient with me and he still is willing to give the cooking thing a try with me, and he promises not to hammer any food. Not to be cheesy, but creating this meal with brian , and then brian bowing out on helping (upon my request )and not giving me a hard time about it...just saying "Whatever makes you most comfortable," gave me one of those moments that i stood back and really , REALLY appreciated him. I know it's hard to believe b/c I'm so amazing, but I can be a bit high maintenance at times...only AT TIMES! And he balances me out and handles me no less than perfectly. I'm not trying to toot my own husband horn (but toot toot. jk.) I'm just feeling sentimental and appreciative, I guess. Anyways. The morning after Thanksgiving I woke up and my head fell harrrd back on the pillow til atleast 1030. I came downstairs then and Brian had cleaned the entire kitchen from the day before (we had a lot...ahem...) and was then starting on cleaning the bathroom. I love to cook. If he struggles with cooking and can't ever conquer the skill past a PB&J, but he is a cleaning machine ...I do believe this living together thing is going to work out quite beautifully! I think going to VMI and being in the marines has instilled his cleanliness and organizational skills he so generously contributes without anyone asking and without him pointing out all he did.
This was such a random blog. But years ahead, if I'm blessed enough to get to look back and think of this first Thanksgiving , just Brian and I, these are the moments of this holiday that will stay with me.
I guess I've been thinking about my experience living with Brian so far...and having him as a real partner now in life , compared to just a BF. I'm liking what I'm seeing :) Before I leave I'd like to say: I'm not one of those annoying women who think their husband can do no wrong and that we never have a tiff. Y'all are probably thinking "Oh, she's still so in the honey moon phase, she has no idea!" But sharing tiffs between Brian and I, as well as some random ranting, is just not what this particular post is about. So I hope you can take it for what it is :) I think that's what I'm trying to do with my life right now..!
I shall be back soon friends. Maybe we'll have a small and stupid fight I can write about?! Nahhhhhhh!
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