Noon: I start mixing the cake. Not much can go wrong here. It's been a while since I baked anything from scratch, but I think I'm pretty good at it.
12:10 Spike yaks in the middle of the kitchen floor. Gross. I briefly consider leaving it there while I finish with the cake, but decide that the risk of forgetting it's there and then stepping in it is too high. I clean it up, wash my hands again, and finish prepping the cake. Into the oven it goes.
12:20 I fill my new salt and pepper shakers. They match my fancy wedding china. I ordered them in July and they finally arrived on Saturday. Just in time for THanksgiving, hooray! But where are the plugs for the bottom of the shakers? I. Have. No. Clue. I can't find them anywhere. They're brand new, how is this possible?! Sigh. Masking tape it will be. Wonder how long it will take someone at the table to notice what I've done.
12:30 I start washing the first of what promises to be many loads of dishes.
12:45 I declare the cakes to be done. Temporarily distracted by the realization that our oven IS NOT LEVEL, I bobble one of the cakes. THankfully, it doesn't land on the floor. Not so thankfully, I partially catch it with my upper arm. Just a flesh wound, really.
12:48 Ow. Even minor burns hurt. Oooh, icy turkey bath water. Aaaah. Relief. I wonder if this is sanitary. I don't think I care.
1pm Icing is made, lopsided cakes are cooling. Dad's baked sweet potato is slowly cooking in the oven.
My feet hurt.