November 27, 2009

Coming to a Close

Today has been spent wrapping up our visit as we start our way home tomorrow. Traffic is notoriously bad on the Sunday following Thanksgiving, in part to normal holiday traffic and in part to UF/FSU traffic as that game is held every year on that Saturday, so we leave on Saturday to avoid the extra 5 hour delay.

It's been a wonderful week with my niece. She is so yummy and sweet. When next we see her, she will be walking and saying definitive words.

My oldest boy likes to hold her and I whispered in his year today, "Hey, in a 3rd world country or an American ghetto, you're old enough to be her Dad..." He just shook his head. This goes hand in hand with my other saying to him, "Hey, if you lived in a 3rd world country, you'd have a rifle in your hand and you'd have been fighting for two years."

Bones was all about going to the beach this evening to look at lights. He'd heard somewhere there would be lights on the boardwalk.

My mom said to him, "Oh! You'll see a lot of tourists!"

To which Bones replied, "But tourists are bad to see."

*pause*

Bones, "Wait. That's terrorists..."

And of course my Mom and I laughed. Another Boneism.

Dinner revolved around using sour cream. We're not sure how it happened, but at one point we had 8 cups of sour cream in the fridge. We got it whittled down to three cups and made sure we had baked potatoes tonight, leaving my folks with but one cup left.

If any of you receive Southern Living magazine, the November issue has a Pumpkin Pie on the front cover. I came home on Saturday, started planning my designated day and said to my folks, "Hey, did you see that Pumpkin Pie on the cover of Southern Living? I want to make that for dessert..."

And my father replied, "You can't. I'm making TWO of them for Thanksgiving."

Holy crap. We think it's the best Pumpkin Pie we've ever eaten. Save that recipe. And don't scrimp on the gingersnaps. Buy a named brand you KNOW you like.

Damn. It's good.

I made my Dad's favorite dessert tonight, Banana Pudding. I pulled it out of the oven and the mergingue was nice and pokey and light brown. It looked fantastic; the best I'd ever made.

The family was sitting around the table talking when one of the kids asked about the pudding. Said someone, "What flavor pudding is it?"

Said someone else, "Banana... right?"

Said I, "No, it's vanilla. Wait..."

There was a silence until I continued, "Dammit. I forgot to put the frickin' VANILLA IN!!! Dammit. It's just... plain frickin' pudding today..."

There was much laughter, my Dad assured me there is much he's forgotten to put vanilla in and Morrigan said, "This is just NOT your baking week..."

It did turn out very yummy. It made me think I may have forgotten the vanilla in the past and just didn't know it...

So we're off tomorrow, back down south. I've slept better this week than I have in months. Sound sleeps, very little awakening, no nightmares, no aches, no pain, it's been nice.

It's time to get ready for Christmas. I need drugs...

Posted by Boudicca at November 27, 2009 11:17 PM
Comments

You do know that there are plenty of tourist who can be terrorists when they want.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at November 28, 2009 09:14 AM

That is an excellent point. He probably hit it spot on!

Posted by: Bou at November 28, 2009 10:30 AM

I *heart* Bones comment but totally agree the "It's time to get ready for Christmas. I need drugs..."

I love your family conversations almost as much as mine. :)

Posted by: Lemon Stand at November 28, 2009 11:14 AM

Really glad to hear you've gotten some rest.

Christmas... don't know if I'll do anything this year. I think about cards, but I don't know. Otherwise, the kids are coming here and I'm not inclined to do anything by way of shopping. Heh.

Posted by: Teresa at November 28, 2009 06:40 PM