I'm gonna picture-blog this one, because it's just not the same telling this story without the images, and I am lazy about thinking and writing right now (too many proposals to write tomorrow! Need brain energy conserved!).
I know before I have talked about how being too wife-y (you know, stereotypes, baking, worries about perception that may just be me being paranoid) freaks me out sometimes. But the truth is, I *LOVE* being domesticated, I love cooking and baking, I think of it like planning large experiments and art projects, with multiple components that have to be coordinated and a lovely outcome where I get to show a little bit of my personality (unless I screw it up and it's gross, then it gets to be a funny story, but I'll brag that this doesn't happen very often). We hosted our family Thanksgiving at our house, and I got to wife-out completely all day, and it was awesome.
I work better with a plan (and so does my family, although they still spend the whole time going "What am I doing now? What about the potatoes? What is happening with the *insert name of dish here*?"), so I totally nerded out and formulated a set of protocols and a schedule detailing the phases of the day:
Having the schedule meant that everything got done on time and I didn't have to stress out.
The pre-cooking got done:
everybody got to play Rock Band while the heritage Bourbon Red turkey cooked:
I even flexed my artisan baking skillzz, making a pretty awesome chocolate cake (with ganache icing and pomegranate seeds), kind of just so I could use my cake stand, but also because my Scottish husband thinks pumpkin pie is disgusting: