When the Going Gets Tough, You Cry Your Eyes Out and Move On

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Granuaile called my stepdad yesterday to let him know she wouldn’t be going over there for a sleepover this weekend.  Even though she had the phone to her ear, I could hear it ringing on the other end, and I waited to hear either my stepfather’s voice or the robotic voice of their old answering machine.

But she had called their cell phone.

And my stepdad didn’t hear it to answer it.

And what I heard when the voice clicked in was, “Hi…it’s Anna…”

My mom.

I have several voicemail messages from my mom saved on my phone, and it’s both comforting and painful to listen to them.  But her voice on her cell phone voicemail fools you into thinking she’s there.  She says, “Hi”, like she’s answering a call and knows it’s you.  In reality, she wasn’t sure the thing was working, so there’s a pause after she’s says hi, almost as if expecting the caller to answer her back.

And so I burst into tears in the Target parking lot.  And again watching TV later in the afternoon.  And again after going through Granuaile’s dresser to get rid of clothes.  My mom bought some of those clothes, and it seemed wrong to get rid of them. But they don’t fit. And the only reason to keep the clothes would have been to keep the temporary pain of memories I’ll never create again at bay another day.

I finished the dresser and closet today.  I even went back through the bags of things I brought home from my Mom’s house when Megan and I cleaned out her closets, and I was able to let more of those things go.  They weren’t things I especially liked, but somehow had associated them with my mom.  But they aren’t her, and they’ll never get used, and now through Goodwill, maybe they will.

So a lot of tears were shed, and sadness overwhelmed me for a while, but stuff got done.  And it will keep getting done.  And we’ll keep moving on.

Correct Me If I’m Wrong – Lancome Customer Service Stinks

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Lancome customer service stinks.

For many years (what the hell, I’m old – add another many in there), I have exclusive purchased Lancome cosmetics. Before internet, I’d march into Macy’s, prepared for my husband to hand over our first born or trade in a kidney to cover the cost of the items on my list.  I gleefully bought into every one of those “bonus” offers – where the cosmetics people tell you if you spend a certain amount of money, you can get a cutie makeup bag or a set of swell brushes as their gift to you for being foolish enough to pay their ridiculous prices for mascara you could have purchased at Walgreens for $8.

With the dawn of the internet came a wonderful thing – the ability to shop at any store (Sephora) that carries Lancome cosmetics, and qualify for not only bonus items, but reward points that give you even more bonus items.  And for quite a while, I’ve been ordering most of my makeup through Sephora, because I love their bonus items and their customer service people.

Last night, I went to the Lancome site to see if there was anything new I should check out, and I saw this adorable little cosmetics bag as a bonus that I thought would be great for Eilis.  I started to place my order, and a box popped up telling me if I purchased EVEN MORE Lancome cosmetics, they would send me a second one of these adorable bags with the travel sized cosmetics.  For real? I am so going to order that extra stuff!

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The cutie orange bag I won’t be getting :-(

 

Now, it does say “while supplies last”, however, it just let me customize the first bag, so I know they’re available.

Until I go to place my order.  The first bag is available, but the second one won’t add to my shopping bag. I figure I’ll just order from Sephora after all, so I delete my bag and move on.  But there’s something about that cute orange bag that draws me back. It lets me order the first one again, and I get the notice that I can order a second one if I spend enough, but again, I can’t order the second bag.

No big deal, I figure I’ll place the order and contact customer service to get it straightened out. I send an email, because it’s late, and the email I get back says, essentially, Too bad, so sad, we ran out of the second bag.  What?  You’re still offering the first bag, how can you be out of the second bag, which is the same bag?? I reply with that information to the email, and get an email back that says, yeah, too bad.

Now I call.  And I get the same canned answer – we ran out, and it says right on the site that if we run out, you don’t get one.  But I’m getting the first one.  Just not the one you said I’d get if I spent more money. How do I know I was ever going to get the second bag?  How do I know you’re not just making that promise until I spend the money, then not coming through with the bonus?

And the customer service people were abrupt, matter of fact, and claimed they couldn’t cancel my order because it shipped.  They claim the bonus was gone as of 9 in the morning – then why are you still offering it at 8 at night?  They claim it should have been removed from the website within the hour of it being unavailable.  Then again – why is it still there at 8 PM?  But they’ll give me 10% off of my next order – the one where they promise me another bonus that is no longer available.

And that’s how Lancome customer service sucks.

 

Publix Premade Shrimp Ring – Blech

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Oh, Publix! You have always been my favorite Florida grocery store –  clean, well stocked, great bakery and wonderful deli.

Your seafood department?  Not so much.

We arrived in Orlando with just hours to spare before Christmas Eve company was due to arrive.  I preordered trays to make entertaining easier, so off we went to Publix to pick them up.  Even on what must have been a busy day, the deli counter was quick to retrieve our order, and in literally minutes, we were on our way through the rest of the store to see what we could find.

Jim saw a refrigerator section of premade shrimp rings, and knowing there was no way we had time to clean and cook shrimp, it seemed like a good alternative.  But I’ve always been leary of those rings. Where did those shrimp come from? Were they turning bad, so they cook them and give you strong cocktail sauce so you can’t taste the botulism or salmonella you’re going to have?

I walked over to the seafood counter and asked the gentleman working there if there was a difference between the already cooked shrimp he had behind the counter and the premade ring.  He told me the ones he had behind the counter were cooked, then frozen, then thawed to sell.  Blech.  The ring shrimp, though, never frozen according to the counter guy.  Fresh as a baby’s behind.  Sounds like the way to go, no?

And then I get back to the hotel. I opened the shrimp ring, and find a frozen shrimp tire – solid, stiff, and in the lovely circular shape it had been packed into before being frozen.  In a bit of a panic, I put the ring under the cold running water, and hope I can get it thawed in the next 20 minutes, before company is due to arrive.  Once it’s feeling like I can serve it, I dry it off, put it on a platter, and bring it over to the dining room table.  I notice it’s looking a bit freezer burned – a little too white on the edges – but I didn’t have time to taste them before guests arrived.

But then I did.  Blech.

Publix premade shrimp ring was so gross.  The shrimp was mealy in parts, rock hard in others.  I’m pretty sure I can taste ptomaine poisoning (and I’m pretty impressed I remembered how to spell ptomaine) when I eat the one shrimp I tried.  The big problem now? How do I inconspicuously remove them from the table?

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Yes, it does look a bit like plastic shrimp

I rely on the fact that there was an expiration date on them, and hold fast to the believe that no one will really die from them.  I leave them on the table, and hope if anyone does taste them, they won’t go back for more, and they’ll forgive me for even thinking they would work.

We’ll still rely on Publix for our shopping when we go to Florida, but these shrimp were really unforgivable.  We probably won’t buy Publix seafood for a long time.

 

Christmas at Walt Disney World – Extra Crazy, Extra Crowded, Extraordinary

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Our family always spends Christmas at Walt Disney World.  We have been told we were crazy, out of our minds, and even downright stupid. Ouch. That’s the one that hurts.

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EPCOT Tree

Why would we intentionally go to Walt Disney World during the Christmas holidays? Do we know it’s the busiest time of the year? Are we unable to go ANY other time? Is there no psychiatric treatment in New Jersey that would prevent us from making such an insane decision?

Simply put, we go during Christmas because we love it. From the massive Christmas trees at the theme parks to the beautifully decorated wreaths at the resorts, there is holiday magic in the air. We do know it is the busiest time of the year. We have rubbed elbows and bumped shoulders with tens of thousands of our closest friends for many years now, and we still love it. And yes, there is psychiatric treatment here in New Jersey, but Christmas week at Walt Disney World does more for my heart, head, and soul than any doctor’s office.

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Bay Lake Tower Lobby Tree

So what are the tricks to surviving the busiest time of the year at the Most Magical Place on Earth? Here’s what works for us:

PLAN: We did this year’s trip with four weeks of planning, and despite what some people believe (yes, Jim, I’m talking to you), there was tremendous effort put in. No matter when you decide to head to Disney World for Christmas, make sure you have some plan in place – book FastPass+ options, book dining reservations, and check times for extra magic hours, rope drop, and park closing.

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There is an actual rope at Rope Drop

UTILIZE YOUR MORNING:  I know. It’s your vacation. You can’t even deal with the idea of getting up at 6 AM. If you want to make the most of your time at Disney World during Christmas, the early bird gets the worm. My family can get more done in a morning extra magic hour than we can in a full day at the Magic Kingdom Christmas week. We do more getting there at rope drop in our first hour or two than we will the rest of the day.  Sleep when you’re dead!

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Spaceship Earth in the morning

RESIGN YOURSELF TO NOT SEEING IT ALL: You won’t. This is not the time for a once in a lifetime trip, where you want to do and see everything. You can’t. A Cast Member told us that if you see seven or eight things a day at the Magic Kingdom during Christmas week, you’re winning. Know this is your fate and roll with it.

USE DOWNTIME FOR BONUS MAGIC:  Now is the time to visit the resorts.  Enjoy the holiday decorations, gorgeous trees, delicious gingerbread, carolers, and characters.  There is more to Walt Disney World – especially during Christmas – than just the theme parks!

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Lifesized gingerbread house at the Grand Floridian

We have never left a Walt Disney World Christmas vacation disappointed, and I doubt we ever will.  Plan, keep expectations realistic, and just go with it!

Airing Grievances – The In-Law Version

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I know the season of Festivus has passed, so I really should just keep my mouth shut and wait until December to spill the dirty laundry in our family, but since psychotherapy doesn’t fit into my schedule at the moment, I’m doing a little literary therapy. Turn away now if family drama is not your thing. Get your coffee and go pee if it is. This is going to take a while.

The day my mom had her surgery in December, my father-in-law asked Jim to take him to a doctor’s appointment, as he was ill. They admitted him to the hospital with an infection. When Jim called to tell my mother-in-law that my father-in-law was going to the hospital, she didn’t even ask about his condition. She asked us to come and get her to bring her to our house – where she can’t get up and down the steps to use the bathroom or bathe – and check her blood sugar and give her an insulin shot – something I had been begging my father-in-law to teach her how to do. Since she needs four shots daily, I knew that there was no way with a normal schedule that I could be at her house at breakfast, lunch, dinner and bedtime, so I suggested to my husband that we go and teach her. I say teach, however, she had already been through training to do it, has been getting shots for nearly two years, and just absolutely refuses to do it herself.

When we arrived, she was eating dinner, provided by a kind neighbor, and she said she had called the neighbor, who called a friend who is a nurse, and the nurse did her dinner shot and offered to come back at 11 PM to do the bedtime one. She asked if I could come back the next morning to do it, and knowing this was putting a bandaid on a limb amputation, I told her I would show her how to do it. This was not measuring medicine into a syringe – it’s a clickable “pen” style insulin – she just had to dial the correct number of clicks. She refused.

Saturday morning, after an all day surgery the day before for my mom, things looked grim. I was headed to meet my stepdad at his and my mom’s house, so Brighid offered to go to my mother-in-law’s house to see if she had given herself her shot. When Brighid arrived, she demanded an ambulance be called because no one was giving her the insulin injections, and her blood sugar level was over 300. I’m not sure how she knew that, because she won’t check her own blood sugars either. When the EMTs arrived, they poked and prodded and tried to find SOME reason to take her into the emergency room, and finally, she told them she was out of breath, and they took her in.

While my father-in-law lay in a hospital bed with his heart impacted by the infection he had, my mother lying in a medically induced coma and on life support at another hospital, my mother-in-law got herself a ride to the ER, where she sat unattended for nearly 24 hours before they finally put her in a Clinical Decision Unit – the place you go when they don’t know what to do with you, but they aren’t sure they can send you home.

When 72 hours in CDU passed, my mother-in-law had herself taken to a nursing home. All because she refused to give herself these insulin shots. She called me to bring clothes, to check her house, to bring her mail, to help her pay her bills – all without a mention or care or concern at all for what I was going through with my mom OR for what was going on with her husband. I ran twice to the nursing home, checked on things at her house, and looked in on my father-in-law.

The last day that I saw my mom alive, I stopped over at my mother-in-law’s house to see what bills she had that needed to be paid urgently. I found none. Her constant pleas for me to forget everything that was going on with my mom to help her were for no reason – the bill due the soonest didn’t have to be paid until after the new year. The constant cries from her for attention were exhausting, wearing on me, making me even more sad to be going through what I was going through with my mom.

To give some brief background – I have always been the one to run and go. I’ve been on vacation and raced to her side when my father-in-law had heart surgery.  I’ve left my kids in Jersey and in South Florida to go to Orlando when she needed help with anything. When she suffered her stroke a few years ago, I begged my father-in-law to let Jim come down and help him.  We have been there for them at every turn when they’ve needed us – no matter what. This despite the fact that she has two other sons and daughters-in-law. So to have her be so demanding at such a difficult time for me actually pissed me off.

10 days after my mom’s surgery, she passed away. My father-in-law was still in the hospital, expecting to be released possibly in two or three days. My mother-in-law sat, completely attended to, every need being met, all her choice, in a nursing home. We left for Florida the day after my mom died, but Brighid was home and offered to help where she could with her grandfather, knowing that she still had to go to work. On Christmas Eve, he called me to tell me he was being released from the hospital the next day and needed food.  I sent Brighid to prepare the kitchen for him – basic foods that he wouldn’t have to cook or work too hard to prepare – microwave or quick fix sandwiches.  My mother-in-law complained that she hadn’t been able to provide the grocery list, despite several attempts to call her that went unanswered.  Brighid went to the nursing home for her twice, running errands that should not have had to be run if she had only given herself her insulin shot.

During our trip to Florida, Brighid called crying. Her grandfather had called while she was at work, leaving an urgent message for her to call him right away.  Having just lost my mother, she was already in a sensitive emotional place, and I think her mind wandered to the worst case scenario when she heard the panic in his voice.  The panic was that my mother-in-law was being discharged from the nursing home due to a lack of need for her to be there. He needed more groceries in the house. Brighid herself was physically and emotionally exhausted, and burst into tears when she told me that his “urgent” call was over groceries.  I assured her we could take care of it remotely, and would order anything he needed to be delivered from the supermarket.

We called my father-in-law, who fed us a heaping helping of bullshit and lies. The groceries couldn’t be ordered online, he insisted.  Neighbors had come over and tried to place the order on his behalf on his computer, but the list of groceries was too extensive. The site kept crashing from the long list of items. There was no way he could get the order processed.  Jim immediately set out to see what the problem was, and phoned the local grocery store.  They informed him they routinely process orders of well over $500 or $600 without a problem, and there was no limit on their site as to how many items you could order.  As for delivery, they could have everything he wanted delivered directly into his kitchen by 10 am the next morning.

My father-in-law refused when we called back to give us the list he claimed to have tried to order.  After some prodding, we learned he didn’t have a list.  My mother-in-law was going to come up with a list when she arrived home the next day. So he lied to us, and he put Brighid in a state of panic for no reason.

We were leaving for home the next day, and called to make sure my father-in-law was doing okay.  He said they had plenty of food for the next two or three days, but we insisted that Jim or I would stop over and place the grocery order for them as soon as we got home.  The next day, Jim arrived to have to dig through piles to get to the computer that had allegedly been used just two days prior in the attempt to place the enormous grocery order.  The computer clearly hadn’t been used in ages, but immediately connected to the internet – which my mother-in-law has claimed it hasn’t done in two years – and updated.  Jim logged into the grocery store website, prepared to be there a while with an enormous grocery order, an in a matter of minutes, had placed their order for $93, which included only a few staples, an unhealthy supply of frozen dinners, and a roast. The groceries would be delivered that day for only a $10 delivery charge – far less than the cost of a taxi back and forth.

My father-in-law made another panicked sounding phone call the day after New Year’s, insisting that we come to the house immediately, as he needed to have prescriptions picked up and he needed to go to the bank.  We told him we would pick up the medication for him, and asked what he needed at the bank, as he is not supposed to be out of the house due to his medical condition and visiting nurse restrictions.  He said he just needed some cash.  We offered to bring him however much money he needed so he had it, assuming he wanted it for delivery person tips or, ummm, what else do you need cash for? In your home? When you can’t leave? Jim asked repeatedly how much money he needed, telling him we would get it for him.  He refused, over and over.  Finally, he changed his story and said he had to transfer money from one account to another.  Jim told him that was no problem. We would either do it online for him, or he could write the necessary checks or withdrawl slips and we would do the banking in person for him.  He finally refused and hung up.

We called back after a few hours and asked him about picking up his medication, and he said he would take care of it himself.  We told him he was risking losing his visiting nurse benefits if he was going out, and he said he would take care of it.

Jim called him the next day, as my father-in-law had a doctor’s appointment he needed to be at on January 5th, and Jim had offered to take him.  He said he didn’t need our help – he got a neighbor to take him.

And at this point, my heart turned to stone. These are people that I have known for more than half of my adult life.  For more than 25 years, I have taken them to doctor’s appointments, taken her shopping, brought them out to dinner, taken them on trips with us, helped them with yard sales, picked him up when his car was in the shop – we have never said no when they’ve needed us.  I’m not going to say it was one sided.  Russell, my father-in-law, has always been willing to help when we’ve lived near each other.  They have taken us on vacations with them. Russell always picked Brighid up at school when we lived in Orlando, and he picks Granuaile up from school here. But we have interrupted our lives time and again at my mother-in-law’s whim. We have never said no before.

But the yeses seem to have run out. And my desire to crawl back over there right now, knowing she’s pissed, and beg forgiveness for not being more available these past few weeks – as I would have been inclined to do before – just isn’t there.  It isn’t that I don’t care what happens to them or that I wish them ill, but I have yet to hear one word from my mother-in-law on the loss of my mother.  My mother-in-law’s sister, with whom we’ve barely had any contact through the years, has done more to offer comfort and condolences than my mother-in-law or father-in-law have.

Does this mean that we move forward from today with the expectation that our relationship with them is over? I don’t know. I know what it means for me is that I’ve done all I can for people who refuse to do anything to help themselves.  For years, I’ve said that it really seems like a Sad Sack kind of deal – everything for them gets complicated in some way.  Even simple things like going to the grocery store ends with Russell having to make a return trip because some fruit is too sour or some meat looks spoiled once it’s opened to be rewrapped for freezing.  Every dinner out includes the return of a food item or a dirty spoon or cup.  Each vacation ends with a complaint about food, service, or accommodations – even staying in four star hotels and dining at some of the best restaurants or sailing on the most highly rated ships.  Nothing is ever awesome, spectacular, worth repeating. There is no happiness, no celebration, no joy.

And when this past decade has meant a loss of SO much joy for me – first my sister Bean, then my dad, and now my mom,and even Jim’s dad, who had a smile on his face through everything – I can’t surround myself with people who want to suck any bit of pleasure out of every experience.  I can’t be around people right now who carry themselves with a woe is me attitude.  I don’t want to carry on a conversation with someone who can only focus on themselves as the centerpiece of every discussion – and then only to talk about how miserable life is.

As Monsignor Michael Doyle says, “It’s a Terrible Day, Thanks Be To God!” There is something in every day to be grateful for, even if it’s only the fact that you’ve lived to see another day. So many people don’t get that luxury, that amazing gift. And right now, I don’t want to put my efforts into being brought down by people that just can’t see past their own self inflicted misery to appreciate that.

In the Blink of an Eye

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That’s how fast life happens.  It’s how quickly life changes.  When we are least expecting it, in the blink of an eye, the things we thought we were sure of are gone.

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My mother has had some very significant health problems these past five years.  She has been through multiple surgeries, and she has seen the inside of too many hospital rooms.  There are days when I think she might be telling me stories of old childhood friends and the fun times they’ve had, when really, if I actually pay attention, she’s recounting tales of the nurses on various floors, in various wings, at various hospitals, and how they helped her get through some of the roughest roads.

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I sat silently this afternoon while the nurse in ICU tended to my mom.  She emptied containers of fluids that were too full, measuring each with deft precision, taking notes on her gloved hands that could be later transferred to the medical records she was keeping on my mom.  I watched as she drew blood for more lab work through the port in my mom’s neck, talking to her the whole time, patting her hand, wiping hair that wasn’t there out of my mom’s eyes.  She put a thermometer in my mom’s mouth, letting her know she was doing it ahead of time, gleefully announcing a normal temperature reading.  Vitals were checked, IV bags replaced, blankets straightened.

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In the blink of an eye, the nurse was gone.  We were left sitting, watching my mom’s chest heave up and down with each breath of forced air from the ventilator.  Life support.  Without it, she would be gone.  She appeared every now and again to shiver, but in the blink of an eye, that movement ended, leaving us to wonder if maybe she was expressing some discomfort or if her reaction was purely involuntary.

After 8 hours of surgery on Friday, my mom is gravely ill, with words like, “grim”, “brutally honest”, “seriously ill”, and “advance directive” being tossed in our direction.  I last spoke with her on Thursday.  It was a quick, blink of an eye conversation, one that ended with “I’ll call you later.”  She was in pain, a doctor was coming in, I was taking a kid somewhere.  There wasn’t time for much to actually be said.

Now, I wish I had been able to say it all.

Because in the blink of an eye, life changes.  And the things left unsaid remain unsaid.

I can do nothing now but pray I get to say them.

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Family Christmas Card 2014 Pictures – the Blooper Reel

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Every year, for the Family Christmas Card, I come up with great ideas for the theme of our pictures, and then the kids veto those ideas.  I come up with some more great ideas for even better themes for our Christmas pictures, and then the kids veto those ideas.  Eventually, we come to the happy medium where I tell them they will not be fed until I have family Christmas card photos in a theme that makes me happy.

Normally, you only get to see the polished, finished product – and that’s when I find time to actually address and send the cards after I make them.  But after today’s photo shoot, I thought I’d share my blooper reel with you – the photos my kids would rather you didn’t see, because then you’d be all like, “Oh yeah, I totally see why that woman isn’t right in the head sometimes.”

So here they are – my bad and my ugly.  Stay tuned for the Family Christmas Card 2014 for the good.  I hope.

 

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Usher in Thanksgiving at Bobby Flay’s on the Food Network

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There are two things high on my list of things I love – Food Network and Thanksgiving.  I look forward each year to the Food Network’s Thanksgiving specials, and cannot wait to see the latest!

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FOOD NETWORK CELEBRATES THANKSGIVING FLAY-STYLE WITH HOLIDAY SPECIAL THANKSGIVING AT BOBBY’S ON SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 22ND AT 12PM ET/PT

Bobby Flay Joined by Katie Lee, Sunny Anderson, Alex Guarnaschelli and Michael Symon for Turkey Day Feast With All the Trimmings

Bobby Flay hosts all-star special Thanksgiving at Bobby’s this holiday season, complete with favorite recipes, delicious tips and expert culinary advice to help viewers prepare for their own upcoming feast.  Along with co-host Katie Lee, Bobby welcomes his friends Sunny Anderson, Alex Guarnaschelli and Michael Symon to the party to share their favorite Turkey Day dishes, traditions and personal family memories. Thanksgiving at Bobby’s premieres on Saturday, November 22nd at 12pm ET/PT.

“Thanksgiving is Bobby’s favorite day of the year and it shows – he’s opened up his table to our audience for a personal look at how his family and friends celebrate,” said Bob Tuschman, General Manager and Senior Vice President, Food Network. “The dishes, tips and tricks that Bobby and his friends share will inspire everyone planning their own holiday meal.”

Bobby always makes the turkey for Thanksgiving and this year he’s preparing Roasted Turkey with Mustard Maple Glaze.  Katie uses a little inspiration from the South to make her grandmother’s Cornbread Stuffing with Herb Butter, while Sunny’s Sage and Pecan Sweet Potato Casserole is an ode to her mother’s sweet potatoes with melted marshmallows.  Alex offers the unexpected and delicious vegetable dish Broiled Cauliflower Steaks with Parsley and Lemon and Michael finishes off the meal with a Chocolate Pumpkin Pie.   Other dishes on the menu include Holiday Sangria, Mashed Potatoes with Buttermilk, Black Pepper and Green Onion, along with Katie’s take on a classic Deviled Eggs appetizer.

At FoodNetwork.com, viewers can find all-new Thanksgiving recipes, behind-the-scenes photos and more.  During the show, get your Thanksgiving questions answered live on Food Network’s Facebook page and on Twitter, with hashtag #ThanksgivingFeast.

Thanksgiving at Bobby’s is produced by Rock Shrimp Productions.

Kid Friendly Chili Recipe – A Fall Favorite

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Kid Friendly Chili finished productWhen the leaves begin to change colors and the air gets a bit nippier, over the sounds of the rejoicing that it is no longer bathing suit season, I hear the call of a hot pot of chili.  Chili is a go-to fall meal in our house, with it’s rich tomato base, flavorful ground beef, and protein packed kidney beans.  It works after a weekend of raking leaves or after a brisk walk through the pumpkin patch.  It’s delicious after a prosperous night of trick or treating, or as a day before Thanksgiving meal – hearty, warm, and delicious without taking up too much of the room you’ll need for turkey.

I am not a fan of spicy foods, and normally, chili would not be a dish I would ever order out.  But my mom put together this recipe – the one she’s been using since we were all little – and it really is the perfect kid-friendly chili.  You don’t have to worry about too much spice – the chili powder in this rendition of a classic favorite is really used just to enhance flavor, not spice things up.  Kids won’t burn their tiny tongues eating this version, and even further, if you’ve had gastric bypass surgery and are only recently treading the waters of solid food, this won’t irritate your stomach with the bite of hot peppers.

This recipe easily feeds 6 people, especially with a crusty roll.  Add a salad, and you could probably get 8 bowls.

Simmering Kid Friendly Chili

2 – 3 green peppers chopped

1 medium onion chopped

2 pounds ground beef

1 large can kidney beans

1 can tomato soup with one can water

1 large can whole tomatoes crushed by hand

1 ½ teaspoon chili powder (or more if you like)

Salt

Pepper

Fry meat, onions, and peppers in a large skillet.  Add salt and pepper to taste.  Drain all fat off when finished.  In a large pot, mix all other ingredients.  Heat until meat is finished frying.  Season with chili powder (the amount above will make the chili mildly flavored, so add more if you like to spice it up a bit).  When meat is finished cooking, add it to the large pot.  Simmer on low heat for one hour covered and then one hour uncovered.

Halloween safety tips and myths

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Halloween Safety proceed with candy and caution

Halloween safety is a concern for every parent this time of year. Here are some helpful tips and also some myths discussed to make your Halloween Safety effective and still keep the fun in the holiday.

Halloween Safety for your family this year includes not only being safe, but not falling victim to myths and hoaxes. In this episode, Anna from beautygirlsmom.com speaks about:

Halloween Safety

 

Halloween Candy Myths – Did you know there has never been a documented case of stranger product tampering involving Halloween candy?  I did not.  Yet Denver police are coming out “guns blazing”, warning parents about potential hazards due to the legalization of marijuana.  Jim from Left Wing Libertarian disputes the validity of those concerns.

Trunk or Treat, the safer community friendly alternative to door to door Trick or Treat – but be prepared to up your Trick or Treat treat budget.  We easily gave out almost 1000 pieces of candy last year!

Halloween Safety  Trunk or Treat a safer option

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Common Sense Halloween Safety – Some things, you just know are the wrong thing to do, especially with regard to costumes (no full face masks on little ones!), when to call it a day and turn your porch lights off, and which houses to avoid while trick or treating.

Plus:
When is too old to Trick or Treat – when grandma comes knocking
Halloween Costume Sensitivity – don’t punish the kids
Sewing your own home made Halloween costumes –
Halloween curfews

Be safe, have fun, and don’t forget to send all of your Clark bars and Butterfingers to me!