I love to perpetuate fictitious stereotypes, especially around the holidays. What is wrong with this picture? Well the kitchen is clean during the preparation process, the mother is dressed in her best and it is clean! and the child commandeered to do the dishes is smiling! All of that is about as believable as
the turkey flying himself in for dinner!
Like all good holidays, it starts the day before in the kitchen. That is where you will find me today. I'd rather be stitching. I am not an anthropologist by a long shot, but I am sure the new trend of bar-b-qued turkey arose from wives wanting their husbands to help with holiday cooking!
All kidding aside, I would like to wish you faithful reader,
May your turkey be juicy, your silver sparkling, your family harmonious and the noise in front of the game be a dull roar.