Nothing gets you to cleaning out the freezer quite like a frozen turkey. I can slack an entire year, but come mid-November, I’m guaranteed a spotless freezer. Three bags of petite peas? Merged. Two bags, each containing one freezer burnt heel of bread? Tossed. One large box containing one wee eggroll? Gone. For a moment in time my freezer becomes a pristine haven for the star of the show.
So it resides now, patiently awaiting the big to-do. Not that I will have any part in the preparation, mind you. It’s for the best. Trust me. I’m relegated to things that cause the least amount of trauma, should something go terribly amiss–things like, green bean casserole and the relish tray. I’m also in charge of pies. Even though there will only be three of us this year, I’m opting for two varieties (my reasoning being, we can always deliver leftovers to a few of the old girls at ‘the home’–but who are we kidding? I’ll probably eat them both).
Of course, I’m a firm believer that a Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie is something akin to sacrilege. That leaves one additional pie. I believe I’ve narrowed my choices down to two. Both new recipes; both rather involved. Now, if you’ve been here any length of time you’re probably wondering, Is that a good idea?! Probably not. And yet I soldier on. Living on the edge, my friends, living on the edge.
That said, you might want to start the prayers now. Granted, Thanksgiving Day is an entire week away, but it is me we’re talking about–and I need all the help I can get . . .