Alert! Alert! Thanksgiving is eight days away!
Time to panic.
I've never done this before.
Why did my mother have to go and replace her knee now of all times? She could've waited until after the holidays. That would've been much more accommodating... to me.
Okay, deep breaths.
Repeat new mantra: You can do this. You are a capable human being who has cooked for yourself for twenty years now. This is like, nothing. Delegate. It's bloody time you hosted Thanksgiving, did you think Mom was going to keep doing it forever, stupid? Grow up and grow a pair.
Eeks. My mantra is getting increasingly hostile.
Luckily for me I have a to-do list. I read my Bon Appetit Thanksgiving issue, and it's making me feel pretty good about things.
I even have a picture of my first list (of many to come) to prove I've got this.
If you'll direct your attention to the upper right you might notice a happy little breakfast raisin.
Yup, that's how we do it here, rogue raisins. I so got this.
It's not very detailed yet. As I get closer the panic will set in and I'll get into the nitty-gritty. As for today my task is to make stock. This is so we can have loads of amazing gravy. Gravy is the worst, it always seems to be the first thing to go. Not this year. Not on my watch.
Future tasks include:
Practice deep breathing techniques.
Consider writing a new mantra.
Shop. Shop. Shop. I'm buying new dishes. Who else feels like they've got to up their game? No crummy chipped plates at my Thanksgiving. Not this gal. We still won't have matching silverware or glasses, though. That's for the next time I host. Hopefully years and years from now.
Time to get to work.
Time to panic.
I've never done this before.
Why did my mother have to go and replace her knee now of all times? She could've waited until after the holidays. That would've been much more accommodating... to me.
Okay, deep breaths.
Repeat new mantra: You can do this. You are a capable human being who has cooked for yourself for twenty years now. This is like, nothing. Delegate. It's bloody time you hosted Thanksgiving, did you think Mom was going to keep doing it forever, stupid? Grow up and grow a pair.
Eeks. My mantra is getting increasingly hostile.
Luckily for me I have a to-do list. I read my Bon Appetit Thanksgiving issue, and it's making me feel pretty good about things.
I even have a picture of my first list (of many to come) to prove I've got this.
Yup, that's how we do it here, rogue raisins. I so got this.
It's not very detailed yet. As I get closer the panic will set in and I'll get into the nitty-gritty. As for today my task is to make stock. This is so we can have loads of amazing gravy. Gravy is the worst, it always seems to be the first thing to go. Not this year. Not on my watch.
Future tasks include:
Practice deep breathing techniques.
Consider writing a new mantra.
Shop. Shop. Shop. I'm buying new dishes. Who else feels like they've got to up their game? No crummy chipped plates at my Thanksgiving. Not this gal. We still won't have matching silverware or glasses, though. That's for the next time I host. Hopefully years and years from now.
Time to get to work.
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