‘Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through our house
Not a creature was cooking, not even a mouse.
Our dinner, we ordered from Marie Callender’s with care
In hopes that turkey with all the trimmings soon would be there.
I admit it: my little poem
sux turkey gizzards doesn’t do the holiday justice. Neither do my culinary skills — hence, the Turkey-to-Go order. Take a look at the picture of the holiday meal I ordered…doesn’t it look delicious? Holiday heresy, you say? Hey, when it’s 75 degrees outside, who wants to heat up the oven! And as for not having to shop, cook, or clean pots and pans afterward (time I can instead spend with family and friends)? Priceless.
(OK, put me to shame: Who cooks the food at your house?)
This holiday weekend, I’m giving thanks for you, my friends. I learn from you, laugh with you, and am grateful for the community we share. Here’s my not-homemade-but-truly-heartfelt Thanksgiving card for you because, well, I’m not an artist, either.