Turkey Day Adventures

[Zkribbler]

Last year, my wonderful ex-housemate cooked her first Thanksgiving dinner for her new husband, for me and for my current housemate. This year, she has a six-week old baby, so she's not cookin'...not even sleepin'. So ol' Zkribbler volunteers to cook.

Step One:
Turn on TV, and discovery the cable's out. Call cable company; they tell me they know. Thank you.

Step Two:
Discover another former housemate has stolen my roasting pan, most of my pans and serving dishes. Run to the store & buy replacements.

Step Three:
Light oven. Take wooden match, hold firmly between thumb and forefinger, strike, drive splinter deep into thumb, scream, shake hand vigously, hurling lit match across room.

Step Four:
Do various stuff in kitchen.

Step Five:
Run downstairs to post on Poly.

More later...stuff upstair is probably burning.

[Wezil]

Step Three is an interesting touch.

I don't think I'll try it but it would be fun to see.

[chequita guevara]

Did you know the turkey is named after Turkey?

[GePap]

Originally posted by chegitz guevara
Did you know the turkey is named after Turkey?

I thought it was an Osman?

[Mrs. Tuberski]

I guess we should have invited him to dinner after all. I think if we did all steps would have been erased
Course then we wouldnt have any humor going on today

[Zkribbler]

Stuff wasn't burning. But the turkey decides to get done about a half hour early. Green beans are on the steamer but a still raw.

Step Six:
Crank down the heat on the turkey and contemplate the virtues of underdone steamed vegetables. Call ex-housemate to tell her dinner is going to be ready 20-30 minutes early. She doesn't answer 'cause she out walking the dog.

Step Seven:
Accidentally stick finger into the stuffing. Much pain. Apply Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi to the burn. Doesn't help. Try cold tap water. Doesn't work. Next apply frozen corn. Much better...I thought. Later, a nasty blister arises -- 2nd degree burn.

Step Eight:
Haul stuff over. Ex-housemate's mom decides she wants to fancy up the salads. A half hour later . . .
(How can you spend a half hour fixing up a salad that is already done? )

Step Nine:
Eat. Mmmm. Really good...if er slightly "lukewarm" in temperature. Gather much praise. Ah shuckins.

Step Ten:
Realize I should not have left frozen strawberry cheesecake in freezer.

Step Eleven:
Slurp eggnog until cheesecake thaws out.

Final score:
A good time is had by all.
One burn & many dirty dishes.
Only one thing more to do...

[Ted Striker]

Zkrib you running a halfway house or what up there?

[Asher]

My first thought was brothel

[Winston]

Glad to see it all worked out Zkrib.

Especially considering all those obstacles that had to be cleared.

The bonus being it turned into such an entertaining read.

[Ecthy]

I agree

[Zkribbler]

Originally posted by Ted Striker
Zkrib you running a halfway house or what up there?

Nope. Living in LA, where the median price for a house is IIRC $450,000. A group of us rent a house about 9 miles north of downtown, which would cost prob'ly around $600,000. None of us can afford to buy it.

My first thought was brothel

Only in my dreams.