I was packing and cleaning yesterday because we’re planning to get back on the road again soon. To ease the monotony of my tasks, I turned on the tv, hoping the cooking channels would inspire me. It’s all “turkey talk”, which is all very interesting and informative ….
” … by the time it pops up, your breast is dry and your legs aren’t ready … ”
” … when you’re rubbing oil into the legs remember to get in between the cracks … ”
Just sayin’, ya’ll. If it’s on tv, it’s gotta be the truth.
Flip channel: bad soap opera stuff. More about how to approach a turkey from the rear end. More about the election. Grab Remote. Switch off. Goodbye negativity in my life. Turkey butts are looking good in comparison.
For the first time in decades, I’m not cooking a turkey dinner nor ironing napkins nor attempting to set the perfect table and hosting a houseful of guests. It’s wierd, I’m really missing it, but this is how it is this year. I enjoy the spirit of the holidays, the preparations, the excitement of greeting family and guests. Doug and Emma and I all love having a crowd, lighting the fireplaces and woodstoves back in Maine, cooking up a storm. But this year we are taking the day off. We’ll make up for it later, ya’ll. Gotta try this:
We were hoping Emma would take us up on our offer to fly her down to NC for a few days, but she is far too busy at work and can’t get away right now. We’ll still be thankful (from far away) for each other and all that we have.