Recovery.

Fifteen people for Thanksgiving dinner. All went smoothly and buffet style was the order of the evening. Menu: maque choux, green bean casserole, cranberry relish, cornbread, mashed potatoes, gravy, sugar snap peas, sweet potato casserole, stuffing, chocolate pecan pie, fake mini punkin pies, cherry cheese pie, key lime pie. Explained the significance of the War of Northern Agression through the symbolism of food: Yankee dressing and cornbread dressing juxtaposed with a Mason Dixon line between. Stayed up v. late. Although am knackered, E's house is nearly clean :) (I have been allowed free reign alone in the house this evening, although have been slightly distracted by Sky TV movies, phoning the family and the effects of gluttony. I mean, one piece of cherry cheese pie can't just sit in a big Pyrex all by itself. That is just wasteful of space in the fridge.) Due to grand success of the feasting and the devouring of his glorious turkey (19 lbs = 4h 45m), E is already planning a Christmas indulgence for the rag-tag crowd who will be here! Hoorah!

This time, we will know about the fact that the oven has a safety feature that causes it to shut off after being on for 4 hours. This caused about ten minutes of panic and involved a vast amount of turkey and stuffing drippings to go sloshing all over the floor and interior of the oven. Once the oven rested and gained awareness that we weren't trying to burn the house down, it allowed the resumption of cooking endeavors. Appliances that try to direct the actions of people annoy me. Maybe that is just the only-child in me coming out.

Magic tricks and Christmas songs from The Chipmunks rounded the evening out nicely :)

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Georgia and I participated in a psychology experiment involving knitting this afternoon! AND our reward is £10 worth of product from Fyberspates -- run by the researcher, who is also in the Knit'n'Bitch group (which I am so excited about going to next Tuesday!). V. cool yarns on this site (also distracting me from cleaning endeavours).