Cook Cook Cook

I do believe I have mentioned before that I like to cook, mostly because I am southern, and well that's how we roll.  So this weekend I got my FILL of it.  I have a tendency to get myself into little projects, that seem so simple to start but NEVER end that way.

Hub's grandma turned 92 Valentine's day. So a few weeks ago while Hubs was on the phone with his mama (he's a good southern boy he calls his mama regularly) and I being the person I am tell him to ask if we need to plan something for her birthday.  So after a few minutes of back and forth with Hubs being the middle man we decided that yes we are in fact going to do something for her birthday.  That Sunday while at lunch we inform my Mother in law that if it is o.k. with her we will do Sunday lunch at her house the Sunday afterward and that the daughter in laws will take care of the meal. Simple enough right.

Here is a little background story on the family I married into. The family is huge.  They have each others back even though we may not see each other often enough, it's an understood that they are there no matter what.  We like to eat. They are just good ole fashioned good folk.

My little project of a simple Sunday lunch turned into an all weekend cooking fest.  I had to make my list so that I could manage my time properly.  My list started Friday night, with making potato salad.  In my husbands world potato salad is only starting to get good on the 3rd day.   I also managed to get my grocery list made and did some research on how to brine a turkey.  So Saturday morning rolls around(sadly not slow enough for a good full nights sleep) and I get to work.  I trek to the grocery store in the snow, because of course my weekend was slap full and snow was the icing on the cake.  After that came the deviled eggs, chocolate chip cookies, and getting 4 people ready to be at a lunch at 1.  Afterwards came putting a turkey on to brine, cooking corn, lima beans, and getting the 4 of us ready to go to a Hunter's Helping Kids banquet (yes more food). 

We finally get home and it is time to cook the turkey, cook a lemon pound cake and take stock of everything that I have.  Somehow I start to fret that we don't have enough so I decided we needed some other type of meat and another veggie. 

Sunday morning rolls around(again not slow enough for a full nights sleep) I fly out of bed-fly maybe a bit strong by this point it is a very ungraceful stumble- put rolls on to thaw and rise, make a big bowl of creamed potatoes and start getting the gang ready for church. 

I will say that I crashed and crashed hard Sunday after spending the entire weekend running around and cooking. I always say after doing something big like that, that it is the last time, and next time someone else can cook.  I reminded myself of that as I sat down to finish up baby shower invitations for a friend of mine.  Maybe one day I will stop giving myself little projects, but I doubt it.  I kind of like being the planner.