Thursday, November 24, 2005

Let's talk pavo

It is only 10:25 on Thanksgiving morning and I have already sent my husband and daughter out to the park because they are driving me crazy. Nutmeg has been needy and high strung for days now, so that's no surprise. But Epu started getting me mad when I found an awesome Christmas present for a relative in the Friday sale papers. I know someone else who has this thing, and it has turned out to be a wonderful solution to a nagging technology frustration. I was excited to see that I could get one very affordably. Epu, of course, was not at all excited by it and pointed out about 10 potential problems, none of which were actually serious drawbacks. I think we have fallen into competition over who can be less excited about things that interest the other person. For example, he tells me something that he read on Slashdot; I yawn and change the subject. I tell him that I found a great Xmas present for a relative, he totally ignores the value of it and instead digs deep into his brain to come up with any possible criticism he can find.

Then I get out the turkey, which as prescribed has been defrosting in the fridge for 3 days. It's still frozen, not solid, but hard. I'm supposed to put it into the oven in an hour. I get ready to fill the kitchen sink with water, and Epu is standing over my shoulder with a million ideas for other, better places to defrost this turkey which will probably still be defrosting when we are supposed to eat at 4. My favorites: One of Nutmeg's plastic drawers that hold her toys, and the bathtub. I don't know what's grosser, taking a bath somewhere where a raw turkey has been sitting, or soaking my food somewhere where I just hosed Nutmeg down after an extra poopy diaper. Then I go into the kitchen and Epu has just finished washing Nutmeg's hands in the sink over the turkey. The turkey -- still wrapped in plastic, but still -- is covered with soap suds. As I angrily drain the sink and rinse the turkey off to start over, he says, "Well, I had to wash her hands, she was touching the garbage."

Don't you wish you were eating turkey at my house today?

Fortunately we're only having one guest and he's pretty laid back about food. I'm sure he wouldn't care if we all end getting Chinese take-out.

Nutmeg, on the other hand, is not mad at anyone or feigning disinterest. She woke up this morning, and I told her it was Thanksgiving, and she joyfully shouted, "PAVO!" That's Spanish for turkey, according to La Nanny, who helped her make her first trace-my-hand turkey a couple weeks ago.

3 comments:

Bert said...

que muchachita tan inteligente!

Notta Wallflower said...

Aww... I remember hand-turkeys. :-)

Erik said...

i would just like to add, that we are returning said wunder presents. while promising, they are not that cool. there is something to be said for scepticism.