Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The Orange Baskets of Doom

Happy Thanksgiving ya'll! Hope you're enjoying the day with love and family.

Today for your viewing pleasure I have the famous, dreaded orange baskets of doooooom!!! My mother has made these every year for what, like 25 years now? She fashions the baskets from a whole orange, puts sweet potatoes and marshmallows in and bakes them. We've teased her about them our whole lives, mercilessly ragging on how awful and horrifying they are, and how much we dread seeing their little faces appear on the Thanksgiving table, but she continues to visit them upon us as a form of torture for making fun of them. Oh, the humanity!

(Actually, I kind of like them, despite an aversion to orange peel. Shhh, don't tell her.)

She sent me this photo to fill me with dread as a preview of dinner. I have no clue what's going on in that third basket, maybe she'll comment and tell us. It might be blackberries, but knowing her penchant for torture, it's probably stewed prunes. Yeah. Definitely the prunes.


Sarah said...

oh my!! That's so funny!! That 3rd basket looks more like caviar to me. But I'm sure its prunes or grape jelly.

Have a yummy thanksgiving!!

jess said...

I was thinking raisins... I'm hoping. :)

Erin said...

What makes that third one with the prunes fifty times worse is that it's the only one with an un-browned marshmallow. Mystery stewed fruit, stuffed in a hollowed-out orange and topped with a raw marshmallow? The horror, the horror!

Niki :-) said...

happy thxgiv!

Your Mother said...

Wendy...this is your mother speaking. I had no idea you felt this way. Why didn't you tell me sooner? All those years of stuffing grape jelly into the odd orange, hunting for a perfect cold marshmallow to put on the could you?

Thanksgiving will never be the same. Now instead of saying "Thanks", you'll say "Uh, Mom? The turkey exploded out of the deep fat fryer 'cause we forgot to dry it first, but thank goodness, it landed on the orange baskets". (Yes, this actually happened. Then it skittered across the patio). We have a wonderful family.