**Postscript before the blog -- as I read back over this blog, it dawned on me how wonderful my life is. God is so good!!
Can I just say again how much I love Thanksgiving?? I mean, I really, really love it. I told someone "What could be better? Family/Friends, food, and football!" But it's really so much more than that.
Let me back up and tell you about our weekend before Thanksgiving. We went up to NC, to see our friends the Pundts. If you've read my blog before, you've definitely heard their names. Larry was our chaplain in Germany, Renee one of my dearest friends, Ari was Grace's first "same age" girlfriend, and Davis has a boy crush on Ethan. The Pundts will be leaving Fort Bragg after the New Year to go suffer for Jesus and the Army in Garmisch, Germany. It won't be suffering, really, except it will just be a long way from home.
We went to see them because we needed a little more time with them before they left. We arrived on Saturday, then went to Jim's Gems to pan for gold and cool rocks. The bigger kids really enjoyed it; Davis just wanted to play in the water, which was not advised because it was about 40 degrees outside!! We went to dinner, then to Fresh Market (like Whole Foods...great!), then home for bed. Sunday, I don't think we really did anything with them. Oh, I had a stomach episode but what's a trip to friends without one of those???
Sunday evening, we were blessed to have dinner with our friends, Sean and Chris Heidgerken. They were here over Labor Day so we were glad to see them again. They are some of my (Sara) oldest Army friends, some of the first people I ever knew in this Army life. They met me when I was completely green and naive about the Army. I've grown, right, Chris? They just moved into a huge and beautiful new home through Fort Bragg and we are so happy for them. After years of living in crap on-post housing, it's always great to see someone get a good house!! We totally enjoyed our night with them and are looking forward to our next visit.
Monday, we met Larry at the dining facility at the hospital. That evening, we had an adult date at a cool restaurant, The Mashhouse. Great beers there and a great deal on Monday night for dinner: appetizer, 2 salads, 2 entrees, and a bottle of wine or pitcher of beer or root beer for $40. Can't beat that!! Then we went to see "Quantum of Solace" which the Pundts thought was a bust and we were at least entertained. What can I say? They are smarter and more refined than we are!!
On Tuesday, we headed home. We stopped at Cracker Barrel and the kids ate so good. It's refreshing when you pay for a meal that your kids actually eat! When we got home, I got busy cleaning because I had less than 18 hours to prepare for my dad's arrival. Long story short, I got the house clean and some cooking done before Dad arrived about 11 am on Wednesday.
Once Dad arrived, we hit the ground running. We took him to The Citadel first, which he said was more like the A&M he went to than Aggieland is now. Then we drove further down the peninsula to show him old Charleston. We ended up on the tip of the peninsula at Battery Park. It was awesome to take Dad around. Everywhere we went, he stopped to read all the monuments and asked questions about Charleston history. I was embarrassed not to know some things!! I'll learn more before he returns!
After that, we went to eat at Hymans. We've heard that is a tourist trap and yes, it's built for the tourists, but we really liked it! The two brothers who own it, each came by our table to make sure everything was okay. Then, there was an older man who came around with a certificate for kids that, if they ate all their food, they could get either ice cream or popcorn at the end of the meal. Talk about incentive!! Dad had his first lowcountry food, boiled peanuts, grits, Cajun-style shrimp, a bite of my crabcake. He said he liked it and I think he did! Then we headed to our house.
Later that day, we had to go to Wal-Mart, of course, for Dad to load up on his salsa ingredients. I had to get some last minute things, so Grace and I took him. I spent ten minutes walking up and down the same aisle, looking for those two twerps as they were off getting toys!! I was so mad!! We came home and Dad commenced to make his cold hot sauce. Yum!! I also continued to make things for our feast.
Thursday morning, we got up and got going. Turkey breast in, etc. Then we went to the closest fire station and delivered a homemade apple pie to the firemen to say thank you for their service to our community. That was Grace's original idea but she acts like she didn't know she said it. Why is it your kids try to act like you make up stuff??? Anyway, when Grace mentioned wanting to do something on Thanksgiving to give back, I thought the pie idea would be easy. I can't wait for the day my kids are old enough that we can go serve at a shelter or soup kitchen before we have our family meal. I hope to nurture Grace's benevolent spirit!
So, after the pie delivery, we came home and I got in gear. Dad commented that we were going to have enough food for 12 people and I am pretty sure he was right! I made stuffing, giblet gravy and an egg custard pie for the first time and they all turned out pretty well. Next time, I will tweak them a little, but I think they were fine. The men ate them and that's all I needed!! The kids lapped up my homemade cranberry sauce which was hilarious! I think Grace might have a new favorite sandwich: turkey and cranberry sauce on a roll. She's had it twice since Thanskgiving Day.
We watched the Cowboys play, then the Aggies. Not going to comment on that last one. The score was not as ugly as the game really was or could have been. Jason Karnes, do you agree?
Oh, one more thing. While I was cooking, getting ready, etc. Dad would go outside and play with the kids. I can't tell you what a great grandad he is and it's really a joy to watch. He was kicking the balls with the kids, letting Grace lead him around, showing him the ins and outs of our backyard and neighborhood. Truly, I can't tell you how happy it makes me watch him with Grace and Davis.
Friday, we got up and had a breakfast casserole which was made better with the homemade hot sauce. Then we headed out again. We took Dad to see the Atlantic Ocean at Folly Beachwhere Grace had a shoe/sock crisis. Sometimes, I just want her to go barefoot to keep the drama to a minimum! Which is what she did when we went to Angel Oak. Dad says the trees down here must be ancient because he's never seen live oaks this tall.
We ended up our sightseeing with a stop at one of my favorite places: Stono Market. It's a combination veggie/fruit market and homecooking restaurant. We stuffed ourselves on good ole food, purchased a couple of Christmas ornaments (Dad said it was the rustic version of Cracker Barrel and I think he's right!), then came home to enjoy the last few minutes of Dad's visit. His delivery to the airport was excruciating, like it always is. Dad's visits are always perfect in time; he leaves later than he wanted (he's a homebody), but he always leaves us wanting more. Isn't that the best kind of visit?