>…Makes the house smell like a turkey again!
(with apologies to Poor Richard’s Almanac)

Timetable so far on Love Thursday, Thanksgiving Day:
6:00 — get up, feed bunnies
6:15 — stuff turkey, preheat oven
6:30 — start turkey!
6:35 — start a pot of Door County cranberry creme coffee
6:45 — put a load of La Petite’s laundry in the dryer
6:55 — bring in the morning paper, heavy with Black Friday ads
7:00 — watch the Early Show, drink a cup of cranberry creme coffee in a Pop’n’Fresh mug. Appropriate for a big day of cooking, don’t you think?

Update:

9:00 — The house smells lovely. Amigo is watching the Macy’s parade, Husband is cooking the rootmash, and La Petite is sleeping late as only a college student can. I have showered, folded two loads of college sheets, and refilled the doughboy mug with holiday-flavored coffee. Life is good.

Second update:

10:40 — turkey is perilously close to done, and we’re not eating until noon, so we turned the oven way down. Amigo is dressed and taking breaks from the parade to help mash the potatoes. La Petite is awake, and the bunny litter boxes are cleaned. Guests will start arriving in an hour or so. House still smells wonderful and reminds me of one reason I love Thanksgiving!

>’Twas the eve of Thanksgiving, and all through the kitchen
All the creatures were stirring and cooking and mixin’.
The tables were moved and were set up with care
All set for the banquet that soon would be there.

And teens in their sweats and their slippers were wrapping
A few early gifts while their mother was napping.
Her birthday was looming, and more to remember,
The Dad’s and the daughter’s were early December.

The cooler was full, to make room in the fridge
For the delicacies that would soon rest within.
The turkey was huge, with a big bag of stuffin’
Just waiting for cranberries, jello, and muffins.

We’d no Iron chef, and no jolly old elf,
So all shared the workload, not one by herself.
What’s left? Cook the turkey, the stuffing, the rest
Then share our Thanksgiving with family, our guests.