T-Day Minus Three

I keep thinking of the time my grandmother dropped the turkey as she was bringing it into the dining room.  The minister and his family were present along with the president of the women’s relief society.  She said she could cry to have to face them with no main course.

Luckly Grandma was a smark cookie.  She said “Let me go get the other one” as she picked everything up.  She took it into the kitchen, cleaned it up, put the same turkey on a fresh platter, and served it. 

Then it was simply a matter of keeping a straight face while collecting compliments for both her good cooking and the foresight to have cooked two of them.
On the task list for today – make sure I got everything on my grocery list.  Find the cranberry mold.  Assure my sister I don’t expect her to bring a peacan pie 400 miles in the back of her car.  Make sure I have enough pillows and blankets.  Poke the turkey.  Yep, still frozen.  Mostly.
Alice