My Ya-Ya's 40!!
Trip Start Oct 07, 2011
57Trip End Apr 07, 2012
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There are three things that cannot stay hidden for long; the sun, the moon and the truth.
Getting some beautiful sunsets and rises lately, or maybe I'm paying more attention. My youngest started his last week of school on Monday, also his first week of Year 12. I'm excited for him that he's on the home stretch....any schooling from end of next year on is voluntary. Yay B!!!
Through the week I've seen Til and Jack, my grandbabies, and of course gone to training.
Today is my Friday off, and also my Shelley's 40th birthday. She has been sick for the last half of the year - nothing life-threatening but it's a juggling thing to try to get medication right so she can actually function
Therefore, her mother and I decided that we would go ahead despite the marked lack of enthusiasm on Shell's part to even acknowledge her birthday, and cook a Thanksgiving dinner.
We both researched what should be on the table and came up with a few favourites-
turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, chicken, baby carrots with red onions, a green bean casserole, baked potato, yams & pumpkin, elote (Mexican corn), and brussell sprouts.
For dessert we had these delicious individual glasses of mousse/marshmallow/creamy stuff, New Orleans Sour Cream Pecan pie, pumpkin pie, birthday cake and ice-cream.
Wendy (Shelley's mum) came to pick me up at 11am and we began cooking as soon as we got back to Shell's in Carrum Downs. All went well until I became distracted by comparing music collections on our iPods with Shells' son Rian.....I returned to the kitchen to find the egg yolk/butter/sugar/whatever mixture for pie filling that I was meant to be stirring in the top of a double boiler stuck to the pot......particularly the egg yolks.
Yeah...um...they were on the bottom and pretty much cooked. I stirred the hell outta them but it looked like a mess, with hard bits of yolk bobbing around in the mix
At the end of the day these sour cream pecan pies were absolute winners - too sweet for me but yum! The bean casserole - lots of mushrooms in it - was also a favourite.
Once we were organised regarding the food Shelley's partner Richard took his mum, Shell and myself to the pub for a quick birthday drink and a break from the kitchen.
Once back at home family began to arrive; Shell's eldest Ashleigh brought along a reading - Buddhist - that Shell read out before we ate as a kind of grace. Before dessert we played a game where we had to pick paper leaves out of a cup and answer the question written there.
Mine asked about a kind thing that someone had done for me. I shared about Shell telling me once nine years ago that I wasn't crazy.
The night ended quite sedately, unusual when we get together to celebrate - with me bedding down on the couch around 11pm, to get up for work the next morning at 5.15am. Wendy drove me to the station - what a doll.
I caught the train from Seaford, near Frankston.
Sunday morning my kind son drove me all the way to work; what a guy!