Thanksgiving is around the corner, and I can’t decide whether I want to cook for twenty people or go to a Chinese buffet. I want great memories for our kids and grandkids, but do those memories have to be the warm, fuzzy, turkey dinner spread? There is nothing warm or fuzzy about cooking a turkey, to me, at least. It’s a nasty job getting it in the oven, and just as bad trying to figure out what to do with what’s left in the roaster afterward. (I heard that Martha Stewart spray-paints the turkey skeleton shiny gold and uses it for a Christmas card holder.)
The clean-up . . . I remember reading about early pioneers sometimes only having one tin cup for the entire family to share. Now that would make dinner clean-up easier. We’ve got every size sippie cup, glass, and coffee cup imaginable. I just had Bruce take down a cupboard door so I could paint it, and was stunned by all the cups we have to choose from. How did we get from one tin cup to this? I think I better get that door back on fast.
Bruce is worried I’ll kill myself with all the work, so he’s for the Chinese buffet. I can’t decide! Votes, anyone?
But I am thankful for ALL God’s blessings, even if I have too many of some of them! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!