Thanksgiving at the Castronovo house!
Normally, I sleep in at least until 8:00 am because I’ve gotten hammered the night before, but when I do finally wake up, it goes like this: Knock back coffee, turn on the Macy’s Parade, and hope that some of the relatives cancel! (Just kidding.) I usually eat some “bad, but oh so good” baked goods and Gina, my sainted wife, sucks down coffee with booze. The ovens are immediately cranked up to 900 and ready for the bird which was properly brined the day before. My mother will call, because she has been awake and dressed since 6:00 am even though she isn’t supposed to Come over until 3:30. “Good morning, do you need any more baked ziti?” , “No Mom, 40 lbs. ought to cover it". Then, my wife will harass us to clean the house, and we are still hours away from relatives. We turn on the dog show and watch John O'Hurley talk about a Bull Mastiff as if it's Scarlett Johansson, and I will begin to inquire about lunch, where Gina promptly says, "Can't you hold out until Thanksgiving dinner?" Bummed, I eat some cheese and make a cocktail, then I get groggy and take a nap just as the relatives start arriving, and the new phenomenon is that they bring their own Tupperware, so they can take leftovers home. It takes approximately, 2 weeks to prep, shop, clean and cook and we are done eating in just under 3 minutes. It's as if they said, "We will be taking all this food away in 10 minutes, so let's go!". Then, I hit the couch because it's NFL football time, a Thanksgiving tradition. Gina, my mom, and my sister will say, "Oh you go ahead and sit down while we clean the kitchen?" And of course, I agree. Eventually, the relatives hit the road, we clean up the mess and I go back in...back into the fridge for the "after Thanksgiving turkey sandwich" is there anything better?
Happy Thanksgiving. Check out some photos:
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