Yesterday began the fifth annual test-half-a-million-recipes-in-the-run-up-to-the-holiday-Menu-Mailers marathon that we have every year in the Foster household.
Truth be told, we don’t do Thanksgiving at Thanksgiving. We don’t do Christmas at Christmas. Why? Because by the time the holiday rolls around, I’ve tested so many turkey, dressing and side dish recipes that if I have to cook them one more time, I’ll puke. The kids are plotting full-scale revolt and beg me to fix anything but. My husband grits out a smile every time yet another slab of turkey lands on the dinner table in front of him.
I appreciate my mom. When Turkey day finally rolls around, she buys a big ham and fusses over what side dishes she wants to fix. My contribution is to buy some paper plates, slap some green beans and sweet potatoes on the table and call it a meal. I’m done.
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Flop
Yesterday, we began with the turkey breast (I can’t get whole turkeys locally yet) and sweet potato side dish. I was determined to ignore that I was sleep-deprived. I was just fine. I was up to the task.
I can cook turkeys in my sleep by now!
