Happy
Thanksgiving?
Part I
Yesterday I went out to do last
minute errands before starting to cook. After the last stop—as far away from
home as possible, of course—I got in my car, sighed with relief that I could
now go home, and turned the key.
Silence.
An hour later, I was squashed
into a tow truck with two very nice tow truckers on the way to the auto mechanic.
The auto shop came through
beautifully. They’ve been doctoring my
aged Miata for quite a few years—I believe they actually stock parts just for
my car! So I went home, and in a couple of hours, all
was fixed.
So now I could start the pumpkin
pie?
No.
The non-starting was fixed, but
the alarm system didn’t work.
*xl//zgrn
It can wait until Monday.
Pumpkin pie. Yes!
Pumpkin pie is in the oven. I’m putting away ingredients. And it hits me: I made the pie with whipping
cream instead of half-and-half. Oh, double *xl//zgrn.
Moving on, it was time to make
the rolls, the time-honored holiday rolls made from Grandma’s recipe. I’ve made them hundreds of times. What could
go wrong?
Leaving them in the oven too
long, that’s what.
So here it is, Thanksgiving
morning. Has the car been trashed or stolen?
Is the pie edible? Is the turkey
thawed? Is there time to make more rolls?
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