
John and I were at Alex apartment by 9:30, and started dinner. I wanted to get the turkey in the oven so we wouldnât be eating at 7. I started the stuffing, cleaned the turkey, boiled the giblets for flavor in the stuffing and got the bird in the oven. Alex had us stop in the middle of the prep to open the gifts he gave us. He gave John hot sauce assortments and I got a margarita mix with glasses. Hot of course. For us, it wasnât about the gift exchange, but more about being together. John made snackâs to munch on, and we did just that.
Ok, so I start making all the side dishes. Potatoes, yams, yuck, salad, corn and green beans. Remember, I forgot the cranberries. I went to take the frozen pie out of the fridge, and this goo starts oozing out of the box. âWHAT THE HECK IS THISâ I ask as I place the slimy box on the counter. I make my pies, from scratch. I donât know how to do pre-made, really. If someone says I have to use bisques, My brain starts spinning. I donât know how to do box stuff. Anyway, the pie wasnât pre-cooked, it was frozen. By the time we pulled it out of the fridge, it was all defrosted and turned into pumpkin goo. GROSS. So we threw the box away, and decided to try and cook the balance of goo in the pie shell. Meantime, John had to have a pie for desert, so he and Alex went out on a mission to find a pie. And they did, at Dennyâs. it wasnât home made, but neither was the other one.
Finally, Alexâs friends started arriving, all two of them. They are really nice kids, just trying to get through school. They were hungry too, and were ready to have some home made food, that wasnât from a box or a restaurant. We ate good last night. At the end of the night, after we finished dinner, I realized we had forgot the corn and green beans in the microwave. That was the only stuff that wasnât cooked on the stove. I had put them in there earlier while I was getting everything ready, and forgot all about them. The day was a comedy of errors, but it still turned out to be a very good day. All the boys had a good meal, their moms were happy they werenât by themselves, and we were happy top spend it with them.
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