Day 1) Twenty minutes after my first trip to grocery store for Thanksgiving dinner it began, my love/hate relationship with the Whirlpool refrigerator. I was so proud of my organization. I ripped up all unnecessary containers and hung my list with times and schedules on the frig door. The big white cube positively gleamed, then the pots start clanging and I start muttering. I have a depth perception affliction, so engineering space for pre-prepped meals in frig is about as appealing to me as folding fitted sheets but eight pounds of potato salad has to go somewhere. I shut the door finally and lean on it, exhausted, like I had just wrestled a bear. Don comes in and wants to know where the milk is. I answer "Far right behind the potato salad bowl, topped with plate of cranberry's and finial-ed with the deviled eggs. If you take the top two plates out, you can pull the milk out from the back."
Day 2) I am clanging pots at 5:30 a.m. I watch the first hour of Macy's Thanksgiving Parade while choreographing the timing of the side dishes with the Turkey. Oops, times up, looks like the spiral ham will be for dessert. Yesterday's organization is history. I am stuffed and want the refrigerator to feel the same way. Mayhem. "Where's the .....? is answered with "It's in there somewhere, you'll have to look for it."
Day 3) Gleefully, the garbage saw the carcass of the Turkey first thing Friday morning! Hmmm...that means I have yards of space in frig now. I went to the grocery store for drinks and came home with another turkey. I couldn't pass up a fresh turkey for ten dollars! So, I chops spices and brine it in the frig pace I just cleaned out. I start condensing. The 8 x 12 casserole dishes are now in one or two quart Pyrex bowls. The ham is off the bone ready to go into a pot of Pinto's. By the pm hours the deviled eggs are gone, the ham is history and we are talking zip lock containers now. yay! And to boot, The only traffic I encountered on Black Friday was the promenade to and from Mr.Whirlpool.
Day 4) I am shocked that the light hasn't blown on inside of frig and I am certain I have a touch of frostbite from the repeated exposure to freezer and frig. Don't even mention Turkey right now. I am craving anything that comes out of a take out box. I tiptoe around the house in the early morning. Drinking coffee and trying hard not to wake up my family. I know the minute their feet hit the floor they are going to be hightailing it back to North Carolina. I open the frig door and shut it immediately. Ughh...Tin foil half covers dried out Macaroni and Cheese. Pies without lids beckon me to finish them off, I even left my spoon in the the Chocolate Pie dish last night.
Day 5) I sit straight up in bed at 3:00 a.m. I had a few moments of anxiety before I realized what day it was. No pots to stir, nothing to thaw and the timers haven't been set for days. I lie back down sad. It's over. There are no bodies scattered around the house. I have a slight headache which I attribute to not enough wine or withdrawal from Tryptophan. Mr. Whirlpool and I go at it for a few hours. I put my apron on that my granddaughter handmade for me. She knows I love to cook. I wash up the last dishes while re-hashing the memories of the last few days. I take the Thanksgiving meal plans off of the frig and wipe the handle.
Day 6) Grocery list. Wine, Cheese, Chocolate
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