I actually got the party started the night before. No, not exactly partying. More that I was making those potato buns. The only problem was that we also had rehearsal on Friday night from 7 to 9:30 in Puxi (the other side of town). After singing Messiah, we got home around 10:30 and finally started making a double batch of buns (since I was the only one signed up to bring bread). This is what that process looked like at 1:30 AM...
It was a gigantic lump of dough, and I was getting a bit loopy. Mark, of course, felt the need to document. I'm actually surprised that you can't see all the flour smudges... They don't call me "Messy Jessi" for nuthin'!
The next morning was a flurry of bun rolling and rising and an even bigger mess. I got to take a break to go to a tailor appointment as well as a trip to the fake market.
Here's what our Lower School Commons turned into for our dinner:
Please note the girls table....
And the boys table above....
I'm not sure why it turned into a middle school dance, but there you go.
We had a million different types of mashed sweet potatoes. Well, close to a million. We had two kinds of purple mashed sweet potatoes and then four kinds of normal mashed sweet potatoes. Only one kind of stuffing, one dish of green beans, one dish of carrots, three regular potatoes, and then my buns. No squarsh! (That's for you, Miller family!!) :o) If you see the gigantic basket with the handle sticking up, that's the basket that was holding the 100+ buns. I felt a little filled up with the potatoes, but really, one can't help but gorge on any Thanksgiving feast.
On with the recovery process!
Good luck with your own preparations! Can't wait for us to get together once again, and do it right! ;o)
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