Hubby and I went to the grocery store yesterday to purchase all the Thanksgiving stuff. This year, Thanksgiving is at our house on the Wednesday evening before Thanksgiving (to accomodate all the kids schedules) and we’re having 17 people. Yes 17 people! Are we nuts? Probably.
Why do I say that? For those of you that don’t know me that well, it’s because I don’t cook. It’s not that I can’t cook (technically I can but not that many things) but it’s that I don’t really enjoy cooking. Well, actually, that’s not really true either. I don’t enjoy cleaning more so than I don’t enjoy cooking.
Anyway, back to my story, Hubby and I are wandering around the grocery store and go to the turkey display. There stands a woman with a paper towel selecting turkeys and patting them dry. Hubby asks her if she’s a turkey expert and can she help us pick one. She says she likes Butterball and Perdue brands and makes sure the bag isn’t cut and fluid leaking out because bacteria can get in there. That’s why she has the paper towels – smart lady. She finds two she likes – picks the larger and hubby asks if we can have the other one since she’s done all the work. Cool – 22.21 pounds of turkey go into our cart. I call my mom to find out what I need to make turkey gravy and I tell her about our turkey. She says that isn’t enough for 17 people and I should get a ham too. So, we select a freakin’ $20 ham that probably weighs 10 pounds after detailed instructions on the phone from my mom about getting one on the bone, not pale, with a side of fat and blah, blah, blah. I haven’t even started cooking and this already seems like too much work. $250 later it takews two carts to get everything to the car and we have to find a lpace for all this in my refridgerator. Good Lord – I think I’ve lost my mind! How am I supposed to cook a turkey AND a ham in my one oven? Pray for me!