I spent the holiday weekend out visiting my fabulous fiancée, Cora, and her family in Seattle. She wrote about it HERE (yeah, I'm a few days behind), so I'm just going to spotlight a few points from turkey day for you.
After breakfast, Cora and I made my mom's pumpkin bars. The recipe below omits the cream cheese frosting. There was a recipe for it on the back, but seriously, but the canned stuff. Follow the link above for a look.
Only there was a slight miscalculation. We used a standard 9X13 instead of a 10X14 as called for. Therefore, they were a little thicker, and while we gave them the full 25 minutes, and the cake taster came out clean, the center was not fully cooked.
But they tasted great anyway.
As we were dropping her daughter Gwen off at Gwen's dad's house, I decided to stay in the car. It's a holiday, and he doesn't need me all up in his crib. Well, after Cora was out of the car, and around at the trunk, Gwen reached up from behind me, and gave me a hug.
At Cora's sister's house, we ate a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings. I got to flirt with my future niece:
And watch a Rocket (aka "Rocky") tried using a Jedi mind trick on Cora's mom to get her to drop a morsel toward the floor. I do not say, "to the floor" because that bit of ort would have a literal snowball's chance in hell of hitting the ground.
Cora and I got home from her sister's house at about 7:00. By 7:30, we were sound asleep. We woke up around 10:00, and realized that the "short nap" had taken us to bed time, so we just got dressed for bed, and crashed.
WARNING: TMI CONTENT TO FOLLOW
With that done, she trotted off to the bathroom to shower and get ready. About 30 seconds after the shower starts, I get a warning shot from my bowels. Normally, I get a nice, "Hey, you will want to be in the bathroom in 10 minutes, or you will need to burn those pants" kind of warning. Not this time. The game clock was under 2:00 and ticket fast and I had no time outs. I sped downstairs to her mother's section of the house they share, and barely made it before I blew. Horrendous acid burn. Thank GOD her mom had already left for her sister's house.
Finishing up, I went upstairs, and heard the distinct sound of the hairdryer running. With Cora's tresses, that's not a trivial task. Before I could even get to my suitcase to start laying out my clothes for the day, the second wave hit. Lordy, I'm surprised I didn't leave a trail as I sprint/walked with cheeks clenched tight down stairs again.
Figured I was doomed for the rest of the day, but Cora must not have used enough poison in the scrambled eggs she made for breakfast, because I recovered.