You Can Always Trust Your Family For The Truth, Whether You Ask For It Or Not

Thanksgiving - The Day That All Chickens Can Relax!

Well, we have had a week of heartwarming Thanksgiving posts, now that the actual day is here, let me share my feelings on this annual holiday of thanks.
Yeah! It's Turkey Day! Thanksgiving! Food Everywhere! Time to feast until we explode!
Well don't take it that far, but still this is my kind of Holiday. This day is dedicated to eating. Yes we should  give thanks. The Lord is Good. However, not being into the feast on Thanksgiving is like everyone saying they want to eat healthy, but what's the most crowded aisle in the grocery store? The chip and snack aisle! I know because I'm there too. Don't worry, I won't tell. Oh wait, I just did. Sorry my fellow junk food junkies.
Anyway this year my sister is in charge of the festivities. Of course, as in the way of most families everyone has their specialties to contribute to the feast. My sister makes the main meal, my niece makes her special cranberry sauce and the pies. Other family members also contribute as well. My own contribution used to be bringing Mom over so she could make her turkey dumplings which were this side of wonderful. However, with her being gone and being the good, considerate sister that I am I asked the hostess if there was anything I could bring.
She told me to bring the vegetable tray.
So basically I am to clean and cup fresh vegetables, arrange them in an artistic manner (that might be a challenge considering my lack of creativity) and make dip from a package. I just have to make sure I use real sour cream, full fat, no light stuff.
That's a big deal, trust me. The veggies can be healthy, the dip not so much.
Still, she may not have meant it this way (although I highly doubt it) but this is a reflection upon my cooking abilities. My sister gives me the part of the meal where no culinary talent is required whatsoever. You know, I bet she figures I can't possibly mess this up. Oh little does she know, I can always find a way. No on purpose, but it happens.
You know, it's scary how well the woman knows me. I thought Mom only had that knack. Must be genetic.
Not that I'm insulted or anything. I have made no secret of my lack of cooking ability, and as you can see I wasn't exaggerating. Because my whole family knows it, and you can always trust your family for the truth, whether you ask for it or not..
Actually I'm still considering claiming a sprained wrist when I think of the Buttermilk Fudge that is to come. Sorry that's just fear talking. Still, do you think anyone would buy it? I guess not. Well it was an idea. Curses! Foiled Again!
But that's Christmas business, back to Thanksgiving!
So really I consider this to be a win/win situation. I don't have to cook, but I contribute to the feast, I can eat the delicious labors of my family members guilt free, not to mention the yummy leftovers, and no one has to be afraid of food poisoning.
Just kidding, I'm not that bad. Really, everyone is accounted for.
Although, there is that one cousin I haven't heard from in a while...

God Bless and Happy Thanksgiving!

Mystery writer C.L. Ragsdale is the author of The Reboot Files a Christian Mystery Series. A California native, she loves to "surf" the web to research plot details for her fun, quirky stories with just a bit of whopper in them. She has a degree in Theatre Arts which greatly influenced her writing style. Working in various fields as a secretary has allowed her to both master her writing skills and acquire valuable technical knowledge which she uses liberally in her plots. She loves to embroider and knit and is a big fan of the old Scooby Doo cartoons.

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