Turkey Panic

Well, last night I had a really great time in Sydney. I went on my first ever party bus. It's basically an old bus with gaudy lights flashing, a DJ, and like 100 drunk people stuffed inside. It took us from pub to pub for 5 hours. Such a fun time! I met a lot of really wonderful people and almost accidentally participated in a Kama Sutra  positions contest at one of the bars.


This week is Thanksgiving and I'm quite bummed I won't be home to drink and eat and be merry with the fam. I adore this holiday because my entire alcoholic and food fanatic family pulls out all the stops for Turkey Day and it's always a good time. Almost as good as Christmas when my cousins and aunt try to get too drunk to leave the house and end up passing out to the sweet sounds of Christmas carols, Gramps being surly about something, Jay and I causing trouble, and a certain uncle being pervy.


Anyway, I was really looking forward to cooking something for the Extrems but as it is, I am scared that if I tried I will not only botch the entire meal but also have panic attacks over whether the meat is cooked, not cooked enough, or overcooked. Instead, I may end up making a tiny T Day dinner for myself because if I poison myself I won't care as much. Is it rude to not share something that may end up delicious and wonderful or, alternatively, may put them into the hospital if I screw it up? I realize that there are meat thermometers to avoid situations like this but I believe my anxiety is way past the help of any thermometer. Not to mention that I'm pretty sure Karen already thinks I'm a scary cook. For the record: packaged microwave rice doesn't exactly work the same as uncooked rice when you throw it into a sauce.

I sort of want to do a drunken post so maybe that can be my next goal! I know that alcohol and internet/social networking never mix but I think in this case....


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