No regifting allowed
Putting a job off for a day; the job is still there, and all it does is displace the effort. Case in point, Christmas dinner. Due to a scheduling glitch, we decided to have our family a day late. And so with my plan of battle clear in my mind, I arose this morning to do the setup work.
Find the swirled wire things that seal both entrances of the bird. Prepare the rice and ground meat stuffing (I hate bread in the recipe). Review cooking times and utensil placement. Stuff, brown and bake. All afternoon. I’m a fan of 325F on the oven dial. And then, the call; due to another scheduling glitch, would I please delay serving time for ninety minutes, minimum. Test my math; test my patience.
I delivered. A table of hot food, ready just before the gang arrived. With the dog. The dog who went straight past GO and gathered an ample slice of turkey for her own enjoyment. After all, dogs have had thousands of years to prepare for supper. I no longer yell and chase mutts. Nobody wants what I might recover; write it off, as an offering to a faithful companion.
We enjoyed supper. But we had other things to do. Gift exchange, round two. Once again, a scheduling glitch. The missing family member joined us via Skype (and I finally saw where he works, sort of). Round robin (or hot potato). No regifting allowed. All was complete before the arrival of another visitor with another dog.
Hi Ho! Hi Lo! All around the chairs we go. If you thing one dog adds pepper to the pastry, try two. All part of the holiday game.
