Thanksgiving (Dinner) On Hold
I guess this is one way of getting out of cooking for Thanksgiving. Everything on the inside of most of the bottom floor of our house is covered in plastic. No, we haven’t been hit by the plague. More like a flood. A pipe busted in our kitchen this morning, and before you could yell “Titanic”, water was everywhere.
Inconvenient? Sure. But it’s not like we’re going to jump off the Titanic (even though that’s a picture below of my wife sitting in the pantry with a finger pointed to her head). And it probably saved a turkey’s life. My wife loves to cook for Thanksgiving. In fact, she scolded me for not picking up “The Pioneer Woman‘s” cookbook when I interviewed her last week (“Meeting The Pioneer Woman: Just Don’t Make Me Cook”). “Don’t you know it would have been perfect for Thanksgiving?”, she gobbled. Ah, see it all worked out, didn’t it?