So, I just read my cousin Sheena's latest blog. She's newly married, young and optimistic... and she is attempting to prepare her first Thanksgiving Dinner all by herself.
I have to admit, I'm rather in awe of her bravery. While I am the oldest of all of the cousins, I have never once attempted to cook a Thanksgiving meal by myself. The thought of sticking my hand up a dead, raw turkey's butt for the sole purpose of removing its' "bag o' innards" is rather repulsive to me. My idea of a gourmet meal is EZ Mac N' Cheese with cut-up hotdogs. So Sheena's determination and excitement about her latest endeavor is truly inspirational to me.
It's not that I can't cook, per se... I'm not completely culinarily-challenged. I am perfectly capable of boiling water if given proper instructions. My problem is that I am impatient. The thought of slaving in a kitchen for four or more hours to prepare a meal that takes 15 minutes to eat just doesn't make sense to me. Go to a restaurant. Or better yet, go to Mom's! You get to bring the leftovers home with you if you do that. :-)
So Sheen... Good for you, girlie! You go for it! And if everything works out well and you haven't gone completely insane by the end of it... Maybe I'll come to Ohio for Thanksgiving next year... :-)
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I'll have you all know that I braved up that year and actually HELPED with the Thanksgiving meal at my sister's house. I made the Waldorf salad all by my little lonesome self, and I even mashed the potatoes and added all of the yummy "bad-for-you" stuff into the mix for the "Holiday" portion of the dish. I even squirted the turkey juice on the turkey once during baking. (I think that's called "basting.") So see, I'm not a total mooch! No one can accuse me of taking advantage of people now!
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