Today’s BlogHer #NaBloPoMo2016 prompt asks about our worst Thanksgiving food failure. I’m not sure if I’m happy to say that I haven’t really had a Thanksgiving food failure or absolutely paranoid at the thought that it just hasn’t come YET. Great. Something else to worry about – because cooking at Thanksgiving isn’t stressful enough, right?
I’ve read about all kinds of entertaining accidents – plastic wrap on pineapples and cordless phones in casseroles, yet, my “normal” adult Thanksgiving experiences are almost boring comparatively. There was the year I made waaaaaaaay too much mashed potatoes (leftovers for all!). There was the year immediately after the too-much-mashed-potato-year when there was not enough mashed potatoes (excuse me, but what happened last year?). There has been the many different vegetable side dishes that I have prepared in hopes of finding the “perfect” one that nearly everyone likes…glazed carrots (nope), asparagus (not really), creamed corn (sort of), brussels sprouts (better), and french onion soup stuffed mushrooms (best so far). There was also the Thanksgiving we were house-sitting for my in-laws and inherited the turkey-cooking duty, since my in-laws host Thanksgiving and they ALWAYS cook the turkey. I was a mess on THAT Thanksgiving. I had never cooked a turkey, and I have not cooked one since. I googled a million “recipes” for the best Thanksgiving turkey and went with this one from Ina Garten. Basically, it was a LOT of butter and the turkey was amazing and I have never been more relieved. But, again, there’s no “fail” in my string of short stories.
So, with that I will leave you. I will leave you with more worry then I had yesterday and the feeling like my impending Thanksgiving doom is waiting for me. Thanks #NaBloPoMo2016. I *really* appreciate it. Gobble, gobble.