Done for today. Mashed Potatoes, Sweet Potatoes, Dressing, and Cranberry Sauce done; green beans blanched and cashews toasted; giant turkey rinsed, and put in a bag full of salt water in a cooler full of ice until tomorrow morning; one pie done, one pie in the oven. I am a lady of leisure (relatively speaking) until 10:00 tomorrow morning when its time to rinse the salt off the turkey, drive it to my parents house, massage it lovingly with herb butter and set it to roasting until dinner time. My mother talked me out of starting the bird breast-side-down and going back to their house 2/3 of the way through cooking to turn it over on the basis that it would be, and I quote “excessive and insane.” She’s got my number, alright….
My mantra: “it doesn’t have to be perfect, and you can fix most things” repeated endlessly. If there are too many lumps in the mashed potatoes on reconsideration, I’ll just heat them up, mash some more, and serve them. If the dressing is dry, I’ll add homemade stock, and if its bland I’ll work in some herbs, salt and pepper. I can do this. “It doesn’t have to be perfect, and you can fix most things.”
Now its time for a shower, fresh clothes, and a glass of wine. But no whine.
