Ever Patient Spouse is busy getting the turkey prepped for our feast, but dinner time at Fancy Pants Ranch is still T.B.D.
This is the third time in 15 years that we’ve had guests over for Thanksgiving, so we’re not really overdoing it, hosting-wise.
The first was about 10 years ago, when I was a resident. I was post-call, totally exhausted, and all I really recall is that I tried making mashed potatoes with an electric mixer and ending up spraying them all over the kitchen walls.
Last year was the second time. Spouse was supposed to cook the turkey but ended up having a nasty virus and took a nap mid-morning. By about 1:00 PM, I realized the turkey wasn’t going to cook itself. Spouse had it almost ready and I put it in the oven.
At 3-ish, he woke up and panicked, assuming that I’d left a bag of giblets inside the bird that was now happily roasting away.
Come on! Give me some credit. Even though I’m mostly a vegetarian and don’t know my way around the kitchen, I’m still a gynecologist and trust me, I never, ever leave something behind inside a body cavity.