Broccoli's Moveable Feast

Broccoli’s Moveable Feast

We had much feasting and merriment in our home for Thanksgiving, and of course, Broccoli was the center of it all (when is she not?) Here is our 'little' story for Thanksgiving.

Me: "Smile pretty Broccoli! You look lovely in your new sweater (that I made for you)."

Broccoli: "Femme ! Comment pouvoir je sourit probablement quand vous m'avez m'asseyant sur la mousse. J'ai un million de choses pour faire. Ceci continue à être inacceptable. Si vous auriez ennuyé pour m'obtenir le personnel j'ai demandé de m'aider dans la préparation de d'action de grâces, j'aurais beaucoup plus à sourire de."

Translation: "Woman! How can I possibly smile when you have me sitting on moss. I have a million things to do. This continues to be unacceptable. If you would have bothered to get me the staff I requested to assist me in the preparation of Thanksgiving dinner, I would have much more to smile about."

Me: *sigh*

Broccoli: "Ma magnificence doit se retourner à ma cuisine. Je ne peux pas être ennuyé avec ces photos plus longues. Vous continuez à m'ennuyer."

Translation: "My magnificence must return to my kitchen. I cannot be bothered with these photos any longer. You continue to annoy me."

Me: *sigh*

Back in "Her Magnificence's" kitchen, Broccoli put me and my mom to work.

Broccoli: "Je suis le chef cuisinier. Faire comme je dis."

Translation: "I am the chef. Do as I say. "

At this point, Broccoli is now sporting her lovely french shirt Miss Gretchen made! Merci, Mademoiselle Gretchen!

Broccoli (addressing my mom Inga): "Woman who is the mother of the woman who tends to me, make sure you slice those potatoes appropriately. I must insist upon no lumps in the mashed potatoes."

Mom: *sigh*

Broccoli: "I must inspect these cranberries. Have you washed them sufficiently? Telle incompétence."

Broccoli: "Stir! Stir! Stir! Stir!"

After mom cooked the cranberries a bit, it was time for me to prepare the relish.

Broccoli: "Woman! Prepare the relish. Chop! Chop! Chop! This celery will not cut itself. Rapidement, maintenant."

Me: "Broccoli, sweetheart, I HAVE prepared Thanksgiving dinner before, you know...."

Broccoli: "SILENCE! Do as I instruct. I must insist you stop this insubordination. You continue to not be french."

Me: *sigh*

A little while later, Broccoli inspects the turkey.

Broccoli: "Woman who is the mother of the woman who tends to me, have you basted as I instructed?"

Mom: *sigh* "Where is that wine......."

Me: "Erm, Broccoli, you do realize Thanksgiving is an American holiday? Therefore, we have domestic wine. A lovely cabernet sauvignon from the Columbia Valley, right here in Washington."

Broccoli: "Hmpf."

Broccoli then proceeds to instruct my mom on how to decorate the Thanksgiving table.

Broccoli: "Woman who is the mother of the woman who tends to me, learn from me. I have superior decorating and design skills. Move this corn over here. NO! Here! Ugh! Why must I be surrounded by such incompetence."

Mom: *sigh*

Broccoli: "Ah yes, the wine. I am most anxious to.....to..... to.... what is this? You idiot! You have bought domestic wine! Je ne vous ai pas instruit en particulier à acheter Clos des Ducs - Volnay, 1996 ? Tel incompétence. Comment peux-j'aller sur ? Suis pourquoi j'ai torturé si. Doit pourquoi cette femme continue à ne pas être le français. Ceci ne fera pas ! Je proteste ! Je proteste ! Uggggghhhhhhhh.!!!!!"

Translation: "Did I not specifically instruct you to purchase Clos des Ducs - Volnay, 1996? Such incompetence. How can I go on? Why am I tortured so. Why must this woman continue to not be french. This will not do! I protest! I protest! Uggggghhhhhhhh!!!!"

Broccoli: "Woman who is the mother of the woman who tends to me, make sure you have enough butter and cream in those mashed potatoes. I will be beside myself with anger if I find a lump in those potatoes"

Mom: (speaking under her breath) "I'd like to give you a lump on your big head....."

Broccoli: "What was that!?"

Mom: "Nothing" *sigh*

Like a conductor of a great symphony, Broccoli now reaches the pinnacle of her magnificence.

Broccoli: "Simmer! Stew! Whisk! Mwah ha ha ha ha, I am MAGNIFICENT!!!! MWAH HAHAHAHHA"

Lord.

A little while later, I found something odd on the dining room table.

Broccoli: "You continue to be inept. Observe how I took it upon myself to create a place card for me. As usual, I must correct your failings. Was it so hard for you to have my place card prepared for me? Especially after all my work for this non-French holiday?"

What I did not have the heart, or the bravery to tell Broccoli, was that she was to be relegated to..........the doll table.

Broccoli: "Idiot ! Avez-vous pensé honnêtement que je serais placé à la Table de Poupée ? Incroyable. Après tout mon travail et mon effort et ma magnificence, je devrais être placé à la tête de cette table !"

Translation: "Fool! Did you honestly think I would be seated at the doll table? Incredible. After all my work and effort and magnificence, I should be seated at the head of this table!"

Broccoli continued to protest and sat herself on my dinner plate.

Me: "Broccoli, that's gross. That is my dinner plate."

Broccoli: "You're gross. Make my place setting now. I refuse to be relegated to the doll table."

Me: *sigh*

And so, of course, Broccoli got her way.

Broccoli, overwhelmed by her immense culinary talent, then proceeded to faint at her own magnificence.

Meanwhile, the other sweet dolls all sat nicely at their doll table. They were chatting animatedly about their plans for the weekend and waited patiently for Broccoli.

After a long discussion with Broccoli about the true meaning of Thanksgiving, she agreed to join her sisters at the doll table. She really was thankful to have such a nice home where everyone loved each other.

Later that weekend, the girls busied themselves with all sorts of things. (Poppy kept a low profile, still smarting from her debacle with Broccoli's copper pot.)

Luxie, Aerin and Jordan helped trim the tree! (with the help of our Mittens puppies courtesy of DuckyReno, thank you Stacy!

Elisabeth, Natalie and Hero selected holiday music for us all to listen to. Everyones favorite is "A Charlie Brown Christmas”

The puppies really clung to Elisabeth! She sneaked them treats under the dinner table.....

Milka Pochette spiked the egg nog and of course, wherever there is a chandelier, she will be dangling upside down from it! "I see England, I see France, I see Milka Pochette's underpants!" everyone cried

Dala and Muffet had lattes by the fire and planned their shopping trips for the weekend.

Cosette showed Petra how to use her armillary sphere. They are both wearing Anthropologie sweaters (actual Christmas ornaments from Anthropologie!) and new skirts I sewed for them.