Archives for December 2008

Thanksgiving

I actually cooked my first Thanksgiving dinner this year. It was a pretty low key deal and I really enjoyed myself. I always wanted to be able to host a holiday meal for my family but my house in Hendersonville was just too small.

Here is what I learned from my first Thanksgiving.

– Never clean your oven PRIOR to Thanksgiving.

– Corn casserole expands in the pan. A lot. And it will flat ruin your clean oven.

– Nobody likes corn casserole anyway.

– I am thankful for wine. There. I said it.

– I can kick ass at Trivial Pursuit when I am intoxicated.

– Nothing will sober you up like hearing the phrase “Katie barfed all over the new carpet!” at 2:30 AM.

– Kids want their mom when they are sick. Period. And they don’t care if you have to call and wake her up at the butt crack of dawn.

Kevin has some pics here. I was too busy cooking to take any 🙂

Tower of London

This was the big one for me. This place was all I had hoped for and then some. It’s just such a surreal experience to be in a place with such a history. It’s one thing to read about Elizabeth I collapsing at the traitor’s gate and refusing to walk up the steps to the tower.

It’s another thing entirely to look down at those actual steps. At that moment, she must have fully believed that she would die in that tower just as her mother, Anne Boleyn, had died. >

It just proves one of my most hard learned theories about life…

You just never know.

You could get your head chopped off or you could end up as Queen of England.

Kinda puts your nonsense in perspective, doesn’t it?

English Breakfast

Kevin was determined that I should experience a ‘proper’ English breakfast. I had been doing quite well skipping breakfast each day but he enticed me with tales of French yogurt. We sat down at the hotel restaurant. They brought coffee. So far. So good. How bad could a breakfast be if there is coffee and French yogurt? I was about to find out…ugh.

First, take a moment to gaze on that tomato…you don’t see it? It’s the round, shriveled, orange looking thing near the top of the plate. I don’t even want to know what in hell one has to do to get a tomato to look like that. Moving on…the baked beans, WTF?!? I really try to be respectful of cultural differences but those beans slopped all over my plate made me pretty much never want to eat breakfast again. I ordered scrambled eggs because I didn’t notice they had eggs benedict until it was too late and, also, I figured it would be pretty hard to screw up scrambled eggs. I figured wrong. They made a sound when I cut into them. Scrambled eggs should not make noise. Silence should be the hallmark of scrambled eggs. The sausage and bacon were weird but edible. The hashbrown was an enigma. I didn’t even recognize it as a hashbrown. I thought it might be burned toast. Burned toast would have tasted better.

I think this dining experience cost about 80 dollars. Seriously. 20 pounds per person. Ya’ll know even I can’t drink 80 bucks worth of coffee.The yogurt was delicious. The croissant was cold and weird but the butter and apricot jam salvaged it quite nicely. I didn’t travel to Britain with any expectation of gourmet food and this breakfast totally matched my expectations.