The stuff I made wasn't all too grandeur - no turkey, stuffing, casseroles or pies for me. (My dad says that making turkeys is actually one of the easier things to make - to which I respectfully scoffed at in my mind. Because I'm almost certain the day I decide to make a turkey, is the day I burn our entire house to the ground.) No, my mother-in-law gave us about the simplest food assignment possible. (Aside from bringing a can of cranberry sauce.) We were in charge of the Jell-o/fruit salad. I'm fairly certain that my dog could make a fruit salad - so I decided to kick it up a notch and try for pretzel Jell-o salad. Sounds weird, right? Turns out it's really yummy - and easy enough for me to make and not completely mess it up. I say completely, because yes, I did manage to kind of mess it up. And you can go ahead and ask my husband - I threw myself a little diva tantrum because my Jell-o salad didn't look exactly like the ones on Google Images. I maintain that the top layer of Jell-o looked like someone chewed it all up then spit it back out on top. (The recipe said to leave the Jell-o mixture out for a second to let it cool off a bit. "A second" was just about a second too long and the Jell-o already started forming. Already formed Jell-o isn't exactly easy to spread.) So Shawn finally convinced my that my Jell-o didn't look like throw up and I kind of got over it. The only redeeming factor is that it tasted good. Damn good. Check me out - Pretzel Jell-o Salad Master.
Anyways - here's the picture I took with my phone, because naturally my real camera decided to die.
I didn't take a picture of the layers - and that's the best part. Fear not, there will be a video.
And because this was our first Thanksgiving, and I sort of wanted to prove that I'm capable of concocting more than one edible item for Thanksgiving, we made my favorite fruit salad ever. Snickers salad. *Drool* Apples, Snickers, and Cool Whip. Oh yeah, smell the weight gain.
So, doesn't really look like much - but it's good. Promise.
I had been hankering to make one last thing - because clearly I'm trying to prove something here. And let me tell you, I've never been so proud of something that has come out of my kitchen. I channeled my inner Martha Stewart and made some turkey cupcakes. Because really, who eats cupcakes for Thanksgiving? I beamed with pride as family members took pictures of my cupcakes and complimented me on how cute they were. (It should be noted that I've been making this sound like I made everything myself. I didn't. My husband helped. But I'm going to keep making it sound like I made everything. Because it makes me feel cooler.) Anyways, our turkeys were the star of Thanksgiving. And you can betcher bottom dollar I found my holiday tradition. Helloooo, Christmas cupcakes.
Again with the crappy phone quality. My bad.
If you think those things were so meticulous that they made us a half hour late to Thanksgiving - you are so, so right. They're super adorable though, right? And now you're kind of jealous you didn't have turkey cupcakes at your Thanksgiving, right?
Just in case you didn't get it the first time. We've got an Oreo, a Reese's Cup, a Whopper, Candy Corn, and frosting. Gosh, I'm so proud. I feel like I should have put them in a glass case purely for display. Okay. I'll stop now.
Anyways - Thanksgiving was good. I'd be lying if I said I didn't really miss eating with my family though. I missed my dad's stuffing, and Aunt Cathy's desserts, and basically everyone else's cooking - because it's better than mine. Except for the cupcakes, obviously. (Okay, I take that back, Cathy, you could probably make one heck of a turkey cake. Let's have a bake off. ;)) But I did have a good time with my husband's family, and I did get to spend time with my family as well - so it all turned out well. It was a wonderful first Thanksgiving to spend with my husband and our families. Wee!
And as for the video...
Don'tcha feel like you were there?
Don'tcha feel like you were there?
I hope you all had a superb Thanksgiving! Welcome back to real life. And if you're in Utah, happy shoveling that crap ton of snow off your driveway. Three fist pumps for Winter! (You know, or not.)
I've still got some mildly amusing things to tell you about our weekend. Be excited.