Fakesgiving…
Because foresight and astrological predictions are half the battle, coming up on November 22nd, we’re all booked up in the thankful department.
We’re envisioning being thankful for a new house that’s miraculously set up after an stupidly easy move and a Foreign Exchange Student that arrives precisely on time, 15-20 minutes after we pick Mom up from the airport.
All of those premonitions are completely feasible, and yet leave no room for stuffing and cranberries.
So we got out the horn of plenty early this year.
I might be a better cook if I had the patience to follow a recipe. I’ll even look up recipes, only to glance at the ingredients and shrug that I’m sure I get the idea. It’s either that, or I just keep adding things that sound good together in indeterminate amounts and then applying heat.
Julia Child worked much the same way, just with more aspic.
There is no shame in embellishing on a preexisting condition, either. Sauteéing celery, onions, and mushrooms in olive oil and sage before dumping in the Stovetop and cooking according to package directions totally counts.
Though some conditions need no embellishment — it’s a scientific fact that if you alter the shape of can-berry sauce, it will not taste the same. So you leave perfection well enough alone.
The Thanksgiving Turkey didn’t RSVP in time for Fakesgiving, however, and the Easter Bunny had to pinch hit. (Tablescape TM.)
He was at least “handily” represented elsewhere…
And seriously, Thanksgiving flavors are probably the best ever in the history of bests. Why I only do it once a year is a testament to dopiness, really.
Fakesgiving. Like Festivus, except the Feats of Strength involve doing the dishes…
