(Well, at least one parent anyway)
I had invited A over to my mother’s house for Thanksgiving dinner, as another way of acclimating him to Canadian traditions and also because I want to spend as much time with him as possible and I want to show him off to…well, everyone.
I picked him up in the afternoon on Monday and we headed to my mom’s house. He didn’t seem to be nervous but as we got closer to our destination I started to feel nervous. I’ve never actually had that happen before when bringing a man to meet my family so I’m not sure what was going on. I suppose I just really care what my mom thinks and I want her to like him because I like him so much.
Only my sister and her boyfriend were there when we arrived so it was a nice way to ease him into the craziness that can be my family (it’s all a good crazy though). I have 2 sisters and 3 brothers, and most of us have significant others that accompany us to family functions. Then there is also my aunt and her boyfriend and my cousin and her boyfriend, and usually 6 dogs total – so yeah, things can be rather hectic.
The night went very well, and A made a good impression on everyone. Afterwards he said he thought that he was going to feel uncomfortable, but actually he felt very comfortable. That’s always a good sign. My mother said she really likes him, that he is quiet and seems very nice. My stepfather thought he was very pleasant.
I think my mother noticed (as mothers usually do) how happy I am around A, and is making an effort to get everyone together one more time before he leaves to go bowling.
In other news, I was challenged by A to make Jamaican Patties, and I think I succeeded. It may have taken hours (it’s not the easiest thing in the world to make and it was the first time) but they came out really good. Except that the first batch stuck to the bottom of the pan and most of them broke apart….but I have more in the freezer that I can pop in anytime! And yes, I’m proud to say that these are 100% made from scratch (even the shells!)