but i'm in no shape to cook a whole freaking dinner. my solution? get someone else to cook it for me.
i cannot say enough about not cooking. (isn't that what being a feminist means during the holidays? the expectation NOT to cook?) why get all hot and sweaty and tired (and smell like stuffing) when you're about to have people over? i used to watch my mother ramp up into a fine resentful boil every thanksgiving afternoon so that, by the time guests arrived, she was completely off her rocker. it wasn't pretty so i decided early on to save myself all that hassle.
i love having friends over and feeding them - i just hate cooking. i hate the timing, the rush, the uncertainty, and the inability to snatch victory from the jaws of culinary defeat.
so i ordered a dinner for 6. the friends are bringing wine, dessert and side dishes, i'm 'doing' the rest.
thanks, fox & obel. you're the best.
(happy thanksgiving to everyone. don't pig out too hard.)
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