Day 2
After taking heavy fire from cookware with stubborn cooked on goop we made headway into the actual kitchen itself. Looking back I saw the causalities strewn about like ragdolls after the family dog got to them. There were bodies on the couches, the arm chairs and draped face down over the coffee table. The snores were so loud, like jungle drums of hidden hostile natives. I was alone now.
Most of the dishes had been done and we managed to get everything into the refrigerator. Some things, like the beverages (and the turkey tuna casserole Aunt Mary brought) had to go outside on the balcony. By four am that night we managed to find the fridge. By 5:30 it was mostly over. However, the refrigerator itself was near bursting pressure. It just wasn’t designed to hold all that food.
There was only one thing to do. I had to eat my way back to safe appliance conditions. It would be no easy task. I would have to sacrifice my cholesterol and my sparkling six-pack abs but, hey, that’s the kind of selfless guy I am.
Bring on the leftovers….
5 comments:
It sounds like you had the most fun during this long Thanksgiving weekend.
This year I celebrated Thanksgiving twice, once in Canada (where I'm from and where it's celebrated late in October) and once in the U.S.
So double dish piling for me!!
Jay, Two Thanksgivings certainly counts as double the fun and quadruple the calories.
You're lucky, Tomski.
Now you've got TWO JPs in your life.
Merry Christmas, Tomski.
Happy New Year, Tomski.
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