Some success, some failure

So, I'm a little late in writing this blog post, but I'm in "whatever" mode at the moment... Not to be rude, just realistic (I'm tired, cranky, and overworked)...
Thanksgiving Dinner had some levels of success and some (epic) failures... I will post the recipes that were flat out AWESOME in a later post (read: I need to go home and find where I put the recipes), but I wanted to mention what went wrong...

The worst thing that everyone dreads while cooking any poultry happened - my turkey was still pretty raw (even after I double-checked the temperature with a thermometer... which shall be promptly replaced before I make another turkey). I put the turkey back in the oven. It took an additional 3 hours to cook... Not sure that my oven is working properly either... Hmmm... After it was (thoroughly) cooked, it was AWESOME because of the brining and seasonings, so I guess this one wasn't SO bad after all, we just didn't get to eat it FOR Thanksgiving Dinner...

I tried making homemade rolls... they sucked... I'm going to stick to Rhodes Freezer Rolls from now on... I know I can't mess those up...

Brussels sprouts weren't good either... I had one, Aaron "tasted" one (spit it out, so I'm not saying he "ate" it), and our guest abstained... Oh well, at least I used them in the meal...

Everything else came out good. The boys wouldn't stop talking about the stuffing/dressing. The pie was the best I have ever made - and that is saying something! I will definitely post the process at a later date (a combination of several recipes that is quite time consuming, but the results are SO WORTH IT).

Can't mess up potatoes and gravy... The gravy was good enough to make my rock-like dinner rolls somewhat edible (but I was the only one "brave" enough to try them).

I think I'm going to make Roast Beef for Christmas dinner... I KNOW I won't mess that up!

And so it begins....

I met my husband when I was still in High School in Utah. We met online through AOL, and after a month, decided to meet face to face. He took me to Airport #2 in Salt Lake City for our first date, where he kept his airplane. I thought it was so cool that he owned an airplane. He had a Piper PA-20 Pacer, called "The Rebel." It had a smiley face on the front and a picture of Pepe LePue in a red scarf on the side. It was such a cute little plane. We didn't go for a flight then, he just wanted to show me the plane and do a little bit of work on it. Afterwards, he took me to his apartment where he wanted to cook me something. I do not remember what we had for dinner, but I do remember he tried to bake a cake. It was supposed to be a German chocolate cake. He was mixing it in a quart measuring cup with a tablespoon. There was unbeaten egg running throughout the cake. It was pretty gross. After it baked, he immediately tried frosting it. Well, of course, it was still hot and the frosting melted all over the place. He would not allow me to help in any way throughout the whole process. After a bit, we attempted to eat the cake. You could see yellow ribbons in the chocolate. We now refer to this cake as "scrambled egg cake." Needless to say, it wasn't very good, but it was unbelievably sweet of him to try.

For our second date, we did go flying. It was the first time in a very long time that I had been in an airplane. We went flying so often after that, I can't remember where we went the first time. I think we went up to Heber, UT, but I could be wrong. My husband probably remembers better. I do remember that it was unbelievably freeing to be in the air. I loved flying over the mountains and seeing the city lights at night.