God likes us to laugh

Although in my last post I talked about how hard this Thanksgiving was, I had to share what happened towards the end of the day, so I'll backtrack a bit...

I had been in charge of making the apple pie and cranberry relish. For fun, I decided to make PW's Hard sauce (lots of butter, powdered sugar and some whiskey!!) because 1) it looked awesome and 2) I could bc I wasn't pregnant. It was as amazing as she said it would be, and on a warm pie....bliss!

I talked it up to my family and they all anticipated it.

My 20 year old, crazy cousin tried a sneak peek and loved it.

My brother said he would totally love it as pudding! ;)

Basically, it's awesome.

Well...fast forward many hours later, after dinner, after the first round of desserts and another round of food...

I go and put a large dollop on some pecan pie (I was too full to eat dessert earlier) and before I go to town, this happens:

My younger cousin: "I really thought it would have been sweet."

Me: "What?"

Her: "That grown-up sauce you made!" (she's only 15)

Then I dip my finger in the sauce and gag...

It was NOT the sauce I had made!!! Apparently someone had put the left over CREAM OF CHICKEN soup out instead of my sauce since they looked similar and were in similar containers.

The catcher is:
Gm, an aunt, an uncle and my cousin (who LOADED his pie up) all put some on their pies earlier. My Gm and cousin were sitting in front of me at the table and ATE.ALL.OF.THEIRS!!! because I was sitting there and they didn't want to hurt my feelings. My aunt and uncle ate a couple bites and quietly dumped it out.

They all thought that was the sauce I made and so as to not hurt my feelings, they said nothing!!!

Gross....cream of chicken soup does NOT go on pies!!

So, even though it was a tough thanksgiving for me, it ended with a pretty good laugh and a reminder that my family loves me and does not try and hurt my feelings, although I wish they would still think before making certain jokes: ie, puppy bag instead of diaper bag.

I'm sure God was tired of my tears of pain and decided that tears of laughter were needed because my family and I were basically all in tears from laughing so hard.

Now we'll always talk about the thanksgiving we ate pie with a dollop of cream of mushroom (mmm chicken chunks) soup.

"The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together." (Erma Bombeck)