After an extremely busy couple months of life, the thought of a four-day Thanksgiving break to do nothing for 96 straight hours but watch the trashiest, most mindless shows on television sounded like much-needed nourishment for my soul.
I’m currently on hour #35 and loving it.
With a What Not to Wear marathon on in the background, belly full of leftover apple crisp over Greek yogurt and large coffee glued to my side, this break was exactly what I needed.
A light dusting of snow on the ground – a Midwest necessity for Thanksgiving and all winter holidays – only solidifies the fact I may not move from the couch all day.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
For Everythingtarian’s sake, Thanksgiving was yesterday!
For that, I am grateful.
I awoke at 9:00am to a fresh coffee, warm fire and the comforting smell of butter.
While the Everythingtarian family is a relatively healthy bunch (Greek yogurt, chia seeds and organic milk are refrigerator staples), all bets are off on Thanksgiving Day.
Butter in stuffing?
Butter in sweet potatoes?
Butter on turkey?
Butter in corn?
(d) all of the above.
Don’t even get me started on the candy bowl.
Dove peppermint bark bites are ridonkulous, for the record.
After playing sous chef to Mama E all morning, I set the table and chose my two beverage staples for our 3:00pm dinner: red wine + Diet Coke.
Then, Mama E, Daddy E, Sissy E #2 and I sat down to feast.
Approximately seven minutes later, my plate of turkey breast, gravy, green bean casserole, caramelized sweet potatoes, stuffing, buttered corn and rye bun was no longer.
Mama E expressed her gratitude for having four daughters make it out of high school without an appearance on MTV’s 16 and Pregnant.
Sissy E thanked Mama E for saving her the turkey leg…with skin.
Daddy E was still eating, so I assume he agreed with Mama E.
Yours truly thanked her family for indulging her Jake Gyllenhaal obsession by agreeing to see Love and Other Drugs after dinner.
But not before dessert.
NEVER before dessert.
Much like NEVER before coffee.
While I don’t like pumpkin pie, I devoured a slice of Mama E’s famous apple crisp (with DOUBLE crumble topping) with a generous scoop of vanilla bean ice cream.
It was the best food baby I’ve had in recent memory.
Now if you’ll excuse me, The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills comes on in nine minutes, which means I have to flip back and forth between that and What Not to Wear.
This Thanksgiving break thing is harder than I thought.