Can you guys believe that Thanksgiving is next week? Whaaaaa?!?!?! Not that I am hosting or anything. I have been so ensconced (great word, right?) in our whole no fridge debacle that I didn’t really realize it until I sat down to write this post. Hopefully by the end of the day today, we will have a resolution to the whole fridge-gate thing. 11-4. Seriously repair company? Give me a bigger window of time to wait around for you. Come on!
Ok, enough of that. Just letting you know that hopefully my broken-record/broken-fridge talk will be over soon. And we can all move on. Ice for everyone!
Back to Thanksgiving.
Just to recap, every single year for the past… 4 years, ish, we head over to Mike’s family for ye olde turkey day. Mike’s mom looooves Thanksgiving. This is her holiday. She makes 2 to 3 turkeys, depending on how many people are attending. Sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, stuffing, veggies, bread, cranberries, the whole spread. I stay out of the main dishes and sides. She’s got it locked down!
I offer to help with an appetizer or dessert. They are never showstoppers. They are kind of like little gems glimmering in the background.
This year I may or may not offer to dabble in the roll/bread department.
I blame these rolls. They kind of popped into my mind while I was showering. Yes, most of my excellent ideas come to me in the shower. Anybody else like this too?
I was just living in my comfort zone with an app and dessert duty; now I have to go all big league bringing three different things to Thanksgiving. Hmm… I will think this one through, as I eat another one of these amazing rolls.
BTW This is kind of like I took my grandma’s recipe for spinach pie and rolled it into crescent rolls. If the phrase spinach pie sounds off to you, well, you are just wrong. Also, little side note, if you don’t have feta or Greek yogurt (or let’s say for some weird reason aren’t a fan of feta), then I totally think you can sub in ricotta instead. That was my original plan until the whole fridge fiasco happened.
RIP ricotta. Don’t worry. Feta and Greek yogurt filled your place nicely.
And now I have taken this blog post to an awkward ending that has nothing to do with where I should have ended it, about 7 sentences ago.