haunted by turkey and stuffing

This is the fourth year in a row that I have done the Thanksgiving preparations and cooking on my own (except for the mashed potatoes, Zach usually helps with those but I’m not counting on it this year). I’ve made the cranberry sauce already, and I got out of bed at 1am because I was tossing and turning over other things, namely the brine and the cornbread. So I made the brine for the turkey. Now I have to wait for it to cool enough to go in the refrigerator.

I don’t know why I suffer so much from this holiday. This not sleeping business is new. I think maybe its because I spent my childhood watching my mother and grandmother work so hard on Thanksgiving. They did very little prep and spent pretty much the entire day in the kitchen, and dinner was always late, and there was a huge mess to clean up. I feel like its a lot to live up to, and surpass if I can. See, even now I’m thinking I should be making the cornbread.

And gravy! I forgot the damn gravy! I guess I’ll be making it with pan drippings. Ack! Whole milk. I forgot that too. See, I don’t put too much pressure on myself, do I?

Lucky for all of this it’ll be over in a couple days.

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