Serves me right for trying to predict anything. So far I'm down one. Which, to me, is like: FAIL.
I usually spend at least a full two days before Thanksgiving in the kitchen. Today I have spent the WHOLE ENTIRE DAY driving in the car, and will be out on and off still until 9 p.m. I have been home for 60 minutes at a time. Three times. I haven't even put the groceries away from this morning (Ok, yes, the milk and whatnot, but nothing else). So nothing, I repeat nothing, is getting done so far. No bread. No pudding. No pies. No dips. I did boil some eggs yesterday. And the turkey is defrosting, I think.
I need to start a group called Over-Ambitious Anonymous. Unless there already is one, then I just need to join it. Although if I put it on my to do list, at the rate I'm going, I'll miss the first meeting anyway. Sigh
I'm starting to like my aunt's tried-and-true description of cooking. Here's her idea of cooking, in her own words: "I wait til I'm hungry, turn on the oven to 400 degrees, and set the timer for 15 minutes. Then, I open the freezer and see what fits that 'recipe'. Done deal. Go out and play."
I love her.