Do you ever wonder how Pilgrim women managed to plan and prepare a dinner party for 30 guests or more without the benefit of a grocery store and modern appliances? Yeah, me neither. It’s difficult for me to wrap my head around such concepts, so I don’t even try.
Heck, I struggle to plan and execute a big meal for two people, and I’ve got easy access to several grocery stores, a microwave, a double oven, and a refrigerator/freezer. God certainly knew what She was doing by placing me in this century. I’d have made a lousy pioneer woman.
Nevertheless, I have gathered all of the ingredients necessary to have a turkey dinner with each of Studly Doright’s favorite side dishes. The cornbread for our dressing will need to be baked on Wednesday, as will the pecan pie. Then I’ll need to hide the pecan pie for a period not less than 24 hours or Studly will consume it all before Thanksgiving dinner has even been served. I know this from previous experience.
I’ll rise early on Thursday morning to get the turkey in to bake and then try my best to get all of the side dishes ready to serve when the turkey is done. Since it’s just the two of us for dinner this year I expect everything will turn out perfectly. No one will believe I cooked a stellar meal even though Studly will sing my praises for months. They’ll think he doth protest too much. Maybe he doth.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
The trickiest thing to do for Thanksgiving dinner is figuring out how to time it where all the sides are ready and hot, and the turkey is ready, all at the same time! Good luck and happy Thanksgiving.
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Thank you. My mom always made it come out just right. I’m about 50/50.
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Luckily, I have never been tasked with the responsibility of an entire thanksgiving meal!
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I don’t think anyone ever believed that task would ever fall to me. Heck, I used to be the one who’d be asked to bring a jar of olives….
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I am giggling here at you hiding that pie. I have to do these things all the time. xx
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If I get up right after he goes to work and bake the pie first, THEN bake the cornbread, the scent of pecan pie is diluted and I can often get away with hiding it in the cupboard. Otherwise, there’ll be no dessert.
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Lol Leslie I got one just like it. After last week’s guzzling of this week’s blackberry and red wine crumble I HAD to take him to the freezer, and warn him off the Christmas Day cake and puddings I made. I mean seriously BIG TIME warn.
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My husband sees a warning as a challenge.
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Aye well… this was the red warning. That’s not the red fury warning it’s the I will just bring out these empty dishes and pile of crumbs at the meal on Christmas Day and set them centre table. Then…then, Leslie I will bring out the bags of flour, the pots and the baking trays… believe me, I have done similar and the docility of the lamb ensues.
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Hahaha!!!!!
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There’s more than one way of skinning a cat… xxxxxxxxx
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It will be enjoyable (well 50/50)
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That’s my goal!
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hehehe I would NEVER have survived in a different era thats for sure. I don’t know about Thanksgiving, but I am the bunny cooking everything for Christmas and then dragging it across town to my parents as they claim they cannot travel to me, but thats another whings I guess xx
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So you do all the cooking and have to lug it to another location? You’re a very good daughter.
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I am an only daughter with a totally useless brother, what is one to do?
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My brothers are both better cooks than I am, but they live too far away to bring my meal!
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Oh….how many siblings do you have?
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Two. They both live in Texas.
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cool, do you see them often?
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I see one of them once a year or so, but the other one is married to an absolute harridan and I can’t be around her for long.
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Oh dear. Were you close as kids?
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Yes. I’m five years older than the older of the two and seven years older than the one whose wife I detest. Mom worked so I looked after them in the summertime. I was a mean big sister—otherwise they wouldn’t mind me. But we had really good times, too.
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