Thanksgiving

Earlier today I was saying that I dread the day when, a few years after I'm married and everyone else is still at home, I am called upon to host Thanksgiving dinner. It'll be me in the kitchen and three hungry brothers, (plus mom, dad, Aubs, and whomever from his family etc) waiting for LOTS of delicious food to be produced by yours truly. I feared that I couldn't do it alone.

This thought has changed after today- three women should NOT share a kitchen together. Particularily those who are younger trying to take over when they know nothing. It would be easier if people could just be humble and at least TRY to be on top of things, those who know more could pass on traditions to willing ears, but no.

I admit, mom had to put up with me when I was younger. I am still no culinary expert, but at least I did't try to shove my elders out of the way like so much left-over rubbish. Mom and I had fun cooking together, but something changed when a third person entered the mix.

One woman in the kitchen is now plenty.

PS: I AM thankful for my family- always will be :-)