Ahhh-hum. (Throat clearing sound--no clue how to spell that.) It is now well into November and Thanksgiving is on its way; bearing down upon us, is another way of looking at it. So much cooking to do, so little time. Better make a list. Then I can relax.
Buy turkey; make that turkey breast since I’m having a smallish group. Make that breast so we can have leftovers for turkey sandwiches; the best part of Thanksgiving as far as I’m concerned.
Cranberries--make my own sauce or buy canned? Make your own for crying out loud. It’s not that hard. OK, OK. I’m talking to myself AND answering...not a good sign.
Squash casserole. Do I really want to have that again? Maybe I should break with tradition and go with brussel sprouts. They might turn out better than the ones I threw away last year. But I get whines when I don’t make the squash. In the time it has taken me to think about it I could have made the stupid casserole; if I had the squash.
Sweet potatoes and white potatoes. Do we really need both? Do we have to hold a major carb-fest every Thanksgiving? All right, all right I’ll buy the potatoes...and some pants with an elastic waist.
Rolls-No I’m not making homemade rolls and that’s final. A person has to hold her ground somewhere.
Salad. A sweet salad? (As if we need something sweet to hold us over ‘til dessert.) OK, a layered vegetable salad. Maybe I can sneak in something nutritious if I hide it under a pile of salad dressing. Hum.
Now for dessert. Cake or pie? Cake and pie? Pie and pie. In the sweet pie and pie. Maybe, when no one is looking, wearing sunglasses, I’ll enter the grocery store and buy a frozen pie. On Thanksgiving, still wearing the sunglasses, I’ll slip the frozen pie into my pie plate, bake it and then bury it under squirt-on whipped cream.
Forget it, forget it. I cannot do this. I am walking to my computer and Googling in the word that will take care of everything: C-A-T-E-R-E-R.