My wife and I were at the store the other day, and their Butterball turkey's were only $.29/lb. Having excellent cooking skills, I decided to buy one so I could try out a turkey recipe I've never used before and see if it's something I could do for next year's dinner (it involves soaking the turkey in a chilled brine for 12 hours before cooking). I was planning on getting it ready on Friday, then cooking it on Saturday.
My in-laws were in Texas the entire week of Thanksgiving, so we ate dinner at my parent's house. My mom is more than a great cook- she's a culinary artist! Martha Stewart would call her for recipe ideas! (She actually used to write a food column for our local newspaper). So, we ate over there and had one of the best meals of our lives. Sweet potatoes with orange zest, gravy you wanted to drink out of the bowl, spiced butter rum, 5 different kinds of pie....aww MAN! We were talking about that meal for days afterwards!
My wife's parents came back into town two days ago. We had to pick them up from the airport at 10pm on a school night with our 5 year old and our 8 year old because they were too cheap to pay the $60 for 9 days of parking at the airport. On the way home, my mother-out-law tells how they had fun, but she missed being with the family for Thanksgiving (wtf did you go then????). My wife blurts out "Oh! We bought a turkey and we're going to have a dinner on Saturday!" The mother-out-law then COMMANDEERS MY TURKEY, and then tells me to make mashed potatoes and stuffing, then dinner will be at HER house. For you people that are married out there, you know you can't just say "NO- we don't want to eat over there" because that will cause no end of problems. Great, so there goes my turkey recipe tryout.
Then I get a call last night that my wife's parents invited my brother-out-law and his family (aka THE PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS). These people never bring anything, will eat you out of house and home, and the brother-out-law likes to use the F word as a noun, adjective, and verb in every sentence. So my simple dinner plans have turned to a fiasco for 13 people, half of which eat enough for 25, and I'm going to be spending the next two days making food for these people. To add insult to injury, my mother-out-law is stuffing my poor turkey with Stovetop stuffing and using canned gravy. God I want to move to another state :|
Cliff notes-
1. Going to make a yummy turkey
2. In-laws went out of town for Thanksgiving, feel guilty for being gone
3. Mother-out-law is a terrible cook, rudely takes turkey, commandeers my dinner
4. They proceed to invite brother-out-law's gluttonous family
5. I'm stuck cooking 1/2 of a huge dinner for people I can't stand
My in-laws were in Texas the entire week of Thanksgiving, so we ate dinner at my parent's house. My mom is more than a great cook- she's a culinary artist! Martha Stewart would call her for recipe ideas! (She actually used to write a food column for our local newspaper). So, we ate over there and had one of the best meals of our lives. Sweet potatoes with orange zest, gravy you wanted to drink out of the bowl, spiced butter rum, 5 different kinds of pie....aww MAN! We were talking about that meal for days afterwards!
My wife's parents came back into town two days ago. We had to pick them up from the airport at 10pm on a school night with our 5 year old and our 8 year old because they were too cheap to pay the $60 for 9 days of parking at the airport. On the way home, my mother-out-law tells how they had fun, but she missed being with the family for Thanksgiving (wtf did you go then????). My wife blurts out "Oh! We bought a turkey and we're going to have a dinner on Saturday!" The mother-out-law then COMMANDEERS MY TURKEY, and then tells me to make mashed potatoes and stuffing, then dinner will be at HER house. For you people that are married out there, you know you can't just say "NO- we don't want to eat over there" because that will cause no end of problems. Great, so there goes my turkey recipe tryout.
Then I get a call last night that my wife's parents invited my brother-out-law and his family (aka THE PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS). These people never bring anything, will eat you out of house and home, and the brother-out-law likes to use the F word as a noun, adjective, and verb in every sentence. So my simple dinner plans have turned to a fiasco for 13 people, half of which eat enough for 25, and I'm going to be spending the next two days making food for these people. To add insult to injury, my mother-out-law is stuffing my poor turkey with Stovetop stuffing and using canned gravy. God I want to move to another state :|
Cliff notes-
1. Going to make a yummy turkey
2. In-laws went out of town for Thanksgiving, feel guilty for being gone
3. Mother-out-law is a terrible cook, rudely takes turkey, commandeers my dinner
4. They proceed to invite brother-out-law's gluttonous family
5. I'm stuck cooking 1/2 of a huge dinner for people I can't stand