I have been going to my husband’s family’s house for Thanksgiving ever since we met. Reason: his mother cooks the absolute most delicious turkey feast you could ever imagine. It is just heaven, the entire production. It’s an event I look forward to every year. Well, in the past year and a half, I have married and acquired a home. This means that the task of hosting Thanksgiving has been passed onto me (I would say “us” … but you know how these things normally go).
So my husband has insisted that I do a “trial-run” turkey, since this is my first time making one, so that Thanksgiving doesn’t turn out to be a disaster worthy of an Everybody Loves Raymond episode.
Well, I’m getting my chance. This weekend I’m having a housewarming (pot-luck style, BYOB) at my house with some friends (er, 30 of them). I beg and pray that they don’t bring me any plants and just bring a lot of food.
Anyways, today I’m going to Hannaford Supermarket to buy the trial-run turkey. My husband’s mother has been advising me through the whole process (after all, I got big shoes to fill), so she recommended Shady Brook, and to stay away from Butterball. Then my husband added that he would prefer if the turkey had no-hormones added (an “organic” turkey, if you will). His mother shut it down fast: “nope, just get Shady Brook.” So that’s what I’m getting.
I’m looking forward to the party, but there is a lot of work to do in advance… I just hope people have a good time and bring delicious yummies to go with the turkey. I’m going to be so busy that day, I hope I enjoy myself. Maybe later I’ll tell you about that time that I planned my ultimate PERFECT birthday party and I ended up so depressed that I swore to never host again. Well, I can’t get away from hosting, so I just hope I enjoy it as much as everyone else.
How do you feel about hosting parties?
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