My Two Disneys
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

In Which I Spend an Awful Lot of Time Talking About Dishes

Hey! Remember when Thanksgiving happened?

<insert Wayne's World flashback fingers and sound effects>

I do the same thing every year: I intend to ROCK OUT with a whole slew of Thanksgiving-related blog posts. I make such a big goddamn deal out of the holiday in real life that you'd think my blog would reflect that. Maybe take a yearly dive into recipe blogging and 500-word entries about napkins. Show you the real depths of my vintage glassware obsession. (It's deep, man. Like The Descent, only with more bowls.)

Instead, I completely freak out over EVERYTHING that needs to be done in preparation for Thanksgiving that my blog basically sits silent while its author runs around like a headless turkey hopped up on coffee brine in the distant background. 

Then I gorge myself on challah-bread stuffing and sleep for four days straight. 

IN OTHER WORDS, will y'all please indulge me and look at some pictures? You actually don't have to really look at them — I'll never know if you keep your Minecraft window open — just type a fake-appreciative mmm-hmmm in the comments and I'll be happy. 

First: Something old.

Glass collection

Or, well. A lot of somethings old.

I have cobbled together a somewhat bizaare collection of Depression glass and stuff from the 50s and 60s, which I mix in with more modern-looking white plates and serving pieces from Ikea. The black stuff is L.E. Smith black amethyst glass, and is actually the most gorgeous purple color when held up to the light.

Note that this hidden feature is only noticiable if you hold it up REALLY REALLY CLOSE to a lightbulb in an otherwise dark-ish room, which nobody in their right mind is going to do during a dinner party. 

Note that this will never, ever stop me from forcing my guests to hold their black coffee cups up to the light and squint while I fuss with the dimmer switch until everybody nods appreciatively about my weird-ass cups, because I am not in my right mind.




Ta-daaaa! Look at me, trying to be all grown-up and shit with my table. 


Twee little flower arrangements/party favors courtesy of Jason's aunt, who joined us this year and who shares my obsession with twee little flower arrangements. I was extra jazzed about these flowers because they justified my purchase of an entire set of those funky avocado trays. I mean, I have four and technically only used this one, but lay off me, it looked AWESOME.

(The trays are mid-century Kyes Moire Glaze. I also have a full-size round bar try in cream, and am currently lusting over several others in various colors that I have no specific use for, but HO HO HO that probably won't stop me.)


(I bought the little trays because I thought they were cute. I bought the big tray because it went with the little trays. I bought the ice bucket because it went with the big tray. I bought the hot toddy glasses because they came as a set with the ice bucket, and now I have to figure out what the hell goes in a hot toddy and start drinking them constantly and I THINK I NEED HELP, YOU GUYS.)


More flowers in mini mason jars, restaurant supply tea towels for napkins, and a shot of good whiskey in a tiny jelly jar.

(That last one is kind of a tradition around here. That we just made up. Just go with it.)


After I remembered to light the candles.


FINALLY, some appreciation. For the fire, mostly, but I'll take it.

Now, lest you think I've gone all crazy isn't-my-house-all-perfect design-blogger on you, allow me to show you what was happening all day just out of frame, in the living room:


Aaaaaand that's the squalor we all know and love. Bonus points for the visible tangle of wires. 

Okay, back to the grown-up section of the house, which gives me a sense of control in a world full of Legos:


Appetizer station.


I made you some cheese puffs, but we all ated them. Took about three minutes.



To be fair, we had help. 








A toast to our hipster Thanksgiving.

(And yes, the children were banished to eat in the kitchen. Off colored plastic Ikea plates from the circa last-time-we-went-there era. I did not take any pictures, prefering to forever remember the sounds of their collective whines over having to eat like, four bites of turkey and stuffing before being allowed to have the pie and ice cream IN MY HOLIDAY HEART.)


Appetizer station later morphed into the doodle station. 


And then a dessert station. Ezra ate the filling out of a full half of a pie.

(This is EXACTLY how I ate pumpkin pie for much of my life, so I can't really judge.) 



(I actually made it into a record-breaking TWO photos this year.)

After pie and coffee (LOOK AT THE CUPS. LOOK AT THE SAUCERS!), we had the traditional wrastling:


Feats of strength:


And possibly some impromptu streaking.

The next morning I ate stuffing straight out of the casserole dish for breakfast. 

Best Thanksgiving ever?


Best Thanksgiving ever.


See you at Christmas, mah pretties. Hopefully by then you'll be joined by some vintage Pyrex and some festive hot toddies. 





The first picture with Max sitting at the table...too funny.


That is a really incredible looking roasted turkey. Perfect color. How?


Oh, how I love that you too appreciate the very important and special Thanksgiving cheese. Because holidays are excuses to buy lovely cheese, yes?

Ike's face looking at the table is priceless, and I am glad you're in a photo too.

As for hot toddies...that's rather a genre of drink, but one classic iteration is honey, lemon, hot water, and whisky. So, basically a hot drink you want for a cold, but with a shot of booze added.


I have a glassware obsession too, specifically carnival glass. I also inherited an extensive ~Avon~ Cape Cod collection that indeed does make me feel a little bit of control over the chaos during Christmas. Goblets worthy of the Excalibur film... check.


I wish I didn't enjoy those dishes so much. It does not bode well for my pocketbook.

jill (mrschaos)

Love the dishes. Really.

I will even try to hold up the pictures of the amethyst glass to the light for the full effect.


omg where did you get the little jelly jars?


If you squirrled those little jelly jars out of a hotel/restaurant in your purse at some point because they were FREE I am going to need to introduce you to my mother, the Queen Of Free. (Lies. I have a bunch of those wee jars, too.)

The Yup. Yup Yup. Yup Yup Yup. section of your post made me think of those yip-yip muppets. uh-huh, uh-huh.


Hey! kids table doodling=great new tradition. Use a table cloth and sharpies Date it, and get it out again every year to draw some more. When you are old and decrepit, it will be a hoot to look at.


That is one burnished turkey. It almost makes me wish I'd cooked a turkey.

Hot whiskey, hot port, hot rum, Irish coffee... plenty of uses for those glasses. Or hot chocolate, for that matter.


Was like ho-hum. Pretty. Lovely. Yeah yeah. And then you said . ."vintage Pyrex". . .SHOW ME NOW. . .(I'll show you mine if you show me yours, lol) Can't wait. Vintage Pyrex such fun because there are SO MANY PATTERNS and you can use the pieces without fear of breakage ...


What are you using for your blue "keep Legos here" thingy?


Ok! Coming out of the woodwork to say I can help on the hot toddy front! Try a generous shot of Irish whiskey, a teaspoon of brown sugar, lemon juice or wedge, pinch of cloves and hot water to taste. Personally they are not my fave but they are great for coughs, colds and freezing cold nights!


I have a black serving bowl that looks exactly like yours! Except mine has a saucer that goes underneath. I am going to need to hold it up to a light when I get home now.


I'm glad you got a bunch of toddy recipes in response here -- but, but, the glasses come in a set with an ice bucket. How hot could such toddies be?


What great pictures! And Ike is so cute with Charlie- Charlie seems so natural with him, it's hard to believe he doesn't have little kids of his own. I think we will have to steal your whiskey tradition for next year- I mean, it can only make things better, right?;)


You think the black amethyst is fun -- try alexandrite (dichoric) glass. Heisey, fenton, tiffin and cambridge all made patterns with similar colors. Changes from gorgeous purpley-pink in incandescent light to light sky blue under fluorescents. You can drag your dinner guests from lamp to lamp.. :)


I can't wait until my girls are old enough to banish to the kitchen during Thanksgiving!

Also? I totally ate pumpkin pie that way for years. Didn't remember that until just now. Wow.


OOOOOO Tom & Jerry's! Now, this link makes a lot but you can scale it back.

Make the batter, add booze and water. MMMMMMM.


Oooooh. Aaaaaaah. Pretty.


I share in your dish obsession. I love Fire King and would probably do some pretty awful things for a Jadeite place setting. Also, once on a house tour, I walked into a retro kitchen owned by two gentlemen and they had the biggest collection of Manhattan Depression glass i've ever seen. I had a small stroke. I have a piece of that amethyst glass. It is a three-footed, globe-shaped bowl with a scalloped edge, I'd say 4-5 inches in diameter. I'll let it go for a pittance. Email me if you are interested and I'll send you a picture.


I love me some whiskey cocktails. This is a good hot toddy recipe - I don't usually use bourbon, instead prefer a nice scottish whiskey.


Ha, I didn't even notice Max in the photo at first, but that is hilarious.


Through the years, I've always thought we were similar, and through the years it gets more and more scary. Alike eldest children. Awkward socially, but more in that "I can't believe this is coming out of my mouth right now, someone make the words stop," kind of way. Read: slight insecurity left over probably from some unremembered traumatic social situation as a child. Among many other things. And then you pull out the whole glass obsession (so colorful and sparkly and OLD), and I wonder if maybe one of our parents ended up ditching one of us in the hospital and we're somehow related. If you start getting interested in digging privies, I'm going to get a restraining order. Or not.


I've been on a bit of a vintage pyrex spree myself. And I used nearly every piece I own to store my Thanksgiving leftovers. It was glorious.

Suzy Q

Looks like a great time was had by all! Even Max.

I also kind of maybe covet that black amethyst dishware.

Suzy Q

Oh, and that turkey? That turkey would make Martha Stewart swoon.


Love Ezra with the pie! That's how I eat pie now and I'm 31. I just really don't like crust. Don't eat it on pie, pizza or sandwiches. Yes, I have the palate of a child.


Mmmm-hmmm, nice. But I would have thought you'd want pie for breakfast.

Kari Weber

It is so funny that Ezra and you eat just the filling... I excavate the filling out of all pie pieces... but only because the CRUST is the best part!! We are sort of a PIE family, and my mother makes more in a year than most people eat in a lifetime. When I went to college I used to make a batch of pie crust BY ITSELF just to roll out and bake into what I affectionately call: "crust bitties" Mmmmm... sprinkle a little sugar on top. Delicious!

Sue C

Where did you find that Lego sack thing? Love it! I also have a love for old glassware and dishes in general. I speak modestly when I say I have ten sets of china....Love your table!


Black Amethyst glass: love it! I had a ton, downsized to a reasonable amount, including 8 matching dessert plates. Then, Sunday morning my husband comes to me and says "you put your amethyst glass in the microwave a lot, right?" I said "of course not, it's old glass and who knows...OMG! You didn't!?!?!" Yeah, he did. I'm now the proud owner of SEVEN matching dessert plates. Sigh.


And can I just add... Charlie? RAWR. Love his hair- am also a tiny bit jealous it's better than mine.


Much appreciation to your dishes, respect to the siamse cat and awww to the kids :-)


Your glassware is to-die-for!!! Looks like the perfect Thanksgiving to me. Fabulous job! Can I come next year?


look at you with your table styling! your Design Camp buddies are so proud. :)


My stepgrandmother, who was born and breed in Kentucky, gave me her recipe for a "hot toddy" - it consists of good bourbon, lemon, hot sauce, pepper and worcheshire sauce. It's dreadful. She makes you drink it sitting on the side of a bed "just in case". It's suppose to "clear out your head and help you sleep, sweetie" - Despite the taste, it worked....


How nice to see Charlie playing with your boys! I bet HIS OWN DAMN KIDS would've like to see him on Thanksgiving!


HAHAHHA, I love Pete.

That was my exact thought. I'm so glad Charlie is playing daddy to other people's kids, when he could actually BE A FATHER to his own.


Did Charlie call his girls?

Julie in Colorado

Not sure about hot toddies, but Emeril has a fabulous recipe for hot buttered rum! I make the butter/sugar lug ahead if time and it's ready to add rum and hot water when we come in from the cold. Yum! Hope it's ok to post the recipe here I am including the link to the original.

From here:

Hot Buttered Rum Cocktail
Recipe courtesy Emeril Lagasse, 2002
Prep Time:10 minInactive Prep Time:1 minCook Time:10 min
10 to 12 servings
1 stick unsalted butter, softened
2 cups light brown sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon grated nutmeg
Pinch ground cloves
Pinch salt
Bottle dark rum
Boiling water
In a bowl, cream together the butter, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and salt. Refrigerate until almost firm. Spoon about 2 tablespoons of the butter mixture into 12 small mugs. Pour about 3 ounces of rum into each mug (filling about halfway). Top with boiling water (to fill the remaining half), stir well, and serve immediately.

Mary Liz

Charlie has kids of his own??


Yes, Charlie does have kids of his own and he abandoned them to play house with someone else.


Any chance of getting a recipe for that challah stuffing? I tried one I found on line two years ago and it was disappointing. Can Jason come through for your stuffing-obsessed readers?


I just have problems with a man who runs away with his kids for a "blogger's life". I really don't know if I would trust him around my kids. If he would hurt his own kids, what would he do to someone else's kids?


I have trouble with people who use other people's blogs to call out someone's behavior. Grow up, people. You have a problem with Charlie, go talk to him, and let the rest of us comment about Amalah.
It looks like you had a lovely Thanksgiving, Amalah. I enjoyed your post.


That cheese puffs recipe looks awesome but there are no ingredient quantities!


Where are the ingredient quantities for the cheese puffs?!? How did you make them? I want to make them for xmas.


Max photobombing the first pic is SO CUTE! He totally wants to haz cheese puffs - and vintage glassware :-)



That green dish with the handles in the lower right corner? I have that same dish! It was my grandma's. I did have a bunch more, including some lusterware, but it got broken moving. I cry.

We used to get these dishes in boxes of oatmeal or, oddly enough, as prizes at carnival booths. :)


This entire post looks suspiciously like it was lifted from Martha Stewart's LIVING.

: )

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