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A Happy Thanksgiving? Made this with the 7 year old this afternoon while the little’uns were napping. He insisted that adding a ‘?’ and the word “A” would made it infinitely more clever and I have to agree. Cuz a turkey would question the happiness of a day dedicated to its own decapitation, no? Luckily this turkey didn’t have to worry: we eat neither poultry nor paper in this house. The kid was all about turkey and hilarity today. Husband was still chained to his desk, but I did something I never do and thought ahead rather than get stressed out, so what could have been a hellish day went off without a hitch. We played. We ate breakfast. The baby napped. The boys helped me bake and prep the make ahead stuff for dinner. We blew bubbles. Then I piled the beasties into the van and me and the wee people went to Goldstream and threw rocks in the river all afternoon. When the 7 year old wouldn’t follow another boy into a creepy hollowed out tree, he was called a chicken, to which he promptly replied, “Don’t you think you better call me a turkey today?” (see, turkey hilarity!) I love my non-confrontational cutie. Then the babies napped and I got to craft and watch Clue with the 7 year old (and it was still good, unlike most of the stuff I liked when I was little. I mean, really. Back to the Future 2? Hover boards or no hover boards, that is a sad, sad sequel.) Everyone got up in time for supper and it was tasty and flavourful and happy and good (even if the 2 year old ate mostly whipped “cream” and the baby pooped at the table). sigh. Cheezy-ness aside, I truly am thankful for my perfect little family. And the food? I give Yves Turkey Dinners a quailfied thumbs up. The gravy was a little salty and the stuffing, though tasty and multigrain, couldn’t compare to my lentil-stuffed butternut squash. The “turkey breasts” have WAY better taste and texture than Tofurky and they cook much faster too. All in all though, I made way too much other delicious, homemade stuff, so they were kind of an unnecessary, pre-fab space hog on the plate. I guess if you just wanted something quick and no-fuss, a TV dinner kind of thing, Yves would be the way to go. These dinners retail regularly at $9.99 per package, which includes stuffing (that you need your own broth for), gravy mix and two “turkey breasts”. I bought two kits, but only made the stuffing and gravy from one pack. It would be better if the turkey things were just sold separately, because I don’t see myself spending $20 in the future just so my husband can have a little simulated protein on the plate. There are other, less expensive, pseudo-meats for that. So you’re not back in my good book yet, Yves. Keep at’er, though. Happy Thankgiving, everybody. I’m going to burst through my own stomach lining and sneak one more bite of fat free pumpkin pie. Joey was right, maternity wear is the way to go during the holidays.
A Happy Thanksgiving?

Made this with the 7 year old this afternoon while the little’uns were napping. He insisted that adding a ‘?’ and the word “A” would made it infinitely more clever and I have to agree. Cuz a turkey would question the happiness of a day dedicated to its own decapitation, no? Luckily this turkey didn’t have to worry: we eat neither poultry nor paper in this house.

The kid was all about turkey and hilarity today.

Husband was still chained to his desk, but I did something I never do and thought ahead rather than get stressed out, so what could have been a hellish day went off without a hitch.

We played. We ate breakfast. The baby napped. The boys helped me bake and prep the make ahead stuff for dinner. We blew bubbles. Then I piled the beasties into the van and me and the wee people went to Goldstream and threw rocks in the river all afternoon. When the 7 year old wouldn’t follow another boy into a creepy hollowed out tree, he was called a chicken, to which he promptly replied, “Don’t you think you better call me a turkey today?” (see, turkey hilarity!) I love my non-confrontational cutie.

Then the babies napped and I got to craft and watch Clue with the 7 year old (and it was still good, unlike most of the stuff I liked when I was little. I mean, really. Back to the Future 2? Hover boards or no hover boards, that is a sad, sad sequel.)

Everyone got up in time for supper and it was tasty and flavourful and happy and good (even if the 2 year old ate mostly whipped “cream” and the baby pooped at the table). sigh. Cheezy-ness aside, I truly am thankful for my perfect little family.

And the food?

I give Yves Turkey Dinners a quailfied thumbs up. The gravy was a little salty and the stuffing, though tasty and multigrain, couldn’t compare to my lentil-stuffed butternut squash.

The “turkey breasts” have WAY better taste and texture than Tofurky and they cook much faster too. All in all though, I made way too much other delicious, homemade stuff, so they were kind of an unnecessary, pre-fab space hog on the plate.

I guess if you just wanted something quick and no-fuss, a TV dinner kind of thing, Yves would be the way to go. These dinners retail regularly at $9.99 per package, which includes stuffing (that you need your own broth for), gravy mix and two “turkey breasts”. I bought two kits, but only made the stuffing and gravy from one pack. It would be better if the turkey things were just sold separately, because I don’t see myself spending $20 in the future just so my husband can have a little simulated protein on the plate. There are other, less expensive, pseudo-meats for that.

So you’re not back in my good book yet, Yves. Keep at’er, though.

Happy Thankgiving, everybody. I’m going to burst through my own stomach lining and sneak one more bite of fat free pumpkin pie. Joey was right, maternity wear is the way to go during the holidays.

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