Mimosas, Football and the South


Today is chock full of giving thanks and while I consider myself a pretty grateful person most days, I can’t help but be sucked into the thankful spirit tenfold today. I was a little worried initially about how today would go as I wasn’t going to be home with my family. For those who know me well or know how incredible my family is, they might understand how tremendously difficult it is for me to be away from them during the holidays.
I simply adore Thanksgiving with my family: waking up, watching the Macy’s Day Parade, cooking, inevitably ruining one pie because I didn’t read the recipe well enough and then making another because I refuse to be defeated, getting gussied up, setting up our dining room table that is stored in the basement and only brought up to the living room on Thanksgiving because we don’t have a large enough kitchen for it or a formal dining room, all sitting around the table as a family together sharing our thankfuls, laughing, cheersing, trying to get the best loaded bite complete with turkey, stuffing, potatoes, gravy and some biscuit, napping with the girls while the boys watch football, then waking back up and eating more food and more pie.
Today, however, I was spending Thanksgiving with a different sort of family. I live with my boyfriend, Ryan and he is not only the man I intend to marry, but my best friend and my love, so while he is not the family that made me, he feels like home to me.
He set the alarm this morning for 7:30 a.m. because he has a different set of traditions than I do. He gets up and plays football with his childhood friends who still get together in the neighborhood he grew up in. They play football every year. I got up with him, showered and I was brushing my teeth, he warned me that it would be 28 degrees out and I didn’t have to come watch football if it was too cold for me. I laughed. Too cold? I’m from Michigan. There is no such thing as too cold unless there’s a news warning telling you to stay indoors because if you stay outside for more than 10 minutes you’ll get frost bite and your nose will fall off. That’s too cold and trust me, it’s chillier than 28 degrees.
I bundled up: faux fur hooded jacket on top of furry hat, scarf, mittens and wool socks. I met Ryan’s friends and their family—The Klinkers. A scrumptious breakfast display of homemade chocolate chip waffles, sausage rice casserole, scrambled eggs, bacon, mimosas and hot coffee was served before the big game. It never occurred to me to have that kind of breakfast on Thanksgiving before. I was too busy starving myself so I could gorge guilt-free on pie later in the day.
I watched the guys (and a few brave girls) play football, with their specially made for the day blue and maroon jerseys. I cheered and felt immense pride for my sports-loving boyfriend who intercepted the ball and ran across the field (elementary school playground) for a touchdown.
When the game was over Ryan was sweaty and muddy; I was beaming and grateful. Grateful to be there. Grateful that I watched a football game without wanting to gouge my eyes out. Grateful for mimosas and chocolate chip waffles on a day I’d reserved for chocolate pie and turkey. Grateful to be a part of this family’s traditions. Grateful to see the family patriarch pour a splash of Jameson in his coffee (this delighted me for some reason). Grateful that my boyfriend may have been serious about winning the game but wasn’t too serious to blow me kisses while playing. Grateful that the Klinkers hugged me and high-fived me like family.
Little did I know when I woke up this morning that my day could go the way it went; I was hopeful for a lovely day, but I honestly felt Thanksgiving had some pretty large shoes to fill and it would be next to impossible to do. I was wrong. This Thanksgiving did more than alright even if hundreds of miles separated me from the dining room table carried up to the living room and my nine siblings surrounding me. I could go on about the many splendid events that followed the morning football game, but I am going to avoid being verbose for once. Or try. And leave you with a small list instead.

Besides my huge thanks to the Klinkers I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my other major gratefuls:
—Christmas trees all lit up in windows and on hills
—Families near and far
—Mr. DeHaven’s cookies
—Babies that crawl
—Lions that devour cheese
—Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters
—Boys with beards who play football and look damn good doing it

—And this quote I heard on Modern Family:

“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists but more often than not the opposite is true. You see the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists, well, without the dreamers they might not ever get off the ground.”

Which reminded me a little bit of my boyfriend and I. And that in turn made me grateful that I am dating someone who is just enough different in personality, family and traditions to introduce me to a life that I have never known, but that is beautiful, grand, spontaneous and splendid, even if he is a sporty Southerner who likes to plan. He is the yin to my yang and the peanut butter to my chocolate.

So much for not being verbose. Happy Thanksgiving anyway everybody!

It is 8:30 at night, I am drinking tepid coffee and I want to go to bed. My coffee was hot fifteen minutes ago, but I kind of forgot about it. I didn’t make it to keep me up. I am too desensitized to coffee now for that nonsense. I made it to go with the decadent pumpkin cupcakes with cream cheese frosting that I made (my take on my mom’s sheet-cake recipe)

in celebration of it being fall and my constant need to have every form of pumpkin in my mouth or in my home until the clock strikes twelve on Thanksgiving night. Then I will retire my pumpkin obsession, replacing it with the much less fattening and considerably more annoying Christmas music obsession. Ah, but I love the holidays.
I am writing for three reasons. One: because I got this awesome new blog site, ahem, notice the .com. That’s as tantalizing as that pumpkin is. Two: I am so exhausted lately from the two jobs, the hours-long commutes every day in DC traffic, that I barely make it to 9 o’clock or my bed before sleep overwhelms me, and Three: because I write all day at work (more on the new internship at the posh magazine later) where I am fueled with creativity and swell ideas for my blog and then I come home, make dinner, maybe do the dishes, watch some DVR’d Sabrina the Teenage Witch because it brings me back to childhood even though watching it now makes me wonder why I liked it so much as a child and fall asleep on the couch. It’s entirely lame and unacceptable. So as I felt my eyes getting heavy before 9 even rolled around and I pondered getting one step ahead of the game and moseying on into bed instead of passing out on the couch, I said no. No, you are not going to bed at 8:30. You are not in the fourth grade. Get a grip woman.
So that’s all I have for you: my attempts to stay awake and write, wowing you with my new blogosphere and prompt you to go on a pumpkin-spree perhaps, starting with sharing my recipe, which if you know me, is something I always find hard to do as I view most of my recipes as coveted gems to hoard over people who don’t have a history of family baking.

Happy fall!

Pumpkin Cupcakes:

16 oz. can of pumpkin
2 cups sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
4 eggs
2 cups whole wheat flour (or white, I have been experimenting with whole wheat and I don’t taste a difference at all in cakes)
2 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. salt

Temp: 350 for 18-20 minutes
Mix pumpkin, sugar, oil and eggs first, then add dry ingredients. Add two heaping spoonfuls to muffin tip, but don’t overflow.

Cream Cheese Frosting:

8 oz. softened Greek yogurt cream cheese (or regular, just what I used and like to buy)
3 tbsp. butter
2 tsp. vanilla (I sometimes, and by sometimes I mean always over-pour here and like it)
2.5 cups powdered sugar

Tasty Treats