It's been a hard week for The Nervous Cook. On Monday she shopped.
On Tuesday, she cleaned house, beginning in the master closet. The Nervous Cook is not in analysis, although she senses there could be great benefit from that. But, even without an analyst she knows she cleans the master closet before guests arrive because it gives her a certain, sense of control over her life. "I may be a nervous and uneven cook," she thinks to herself, "but this closet looks darned good." Two mornings later the alarm signals that T-Day has arrived, and it's still dark outside. You can't begin too early!
The turkey patiently waits for its stuffing next to its little friends, the rolls, who seem to be growing a bit quicker than their package had suggested.
In the meantime, the Nervous Cook's "Sweet Babboo" is having another cup of coffee and checking out the newspaper. It's a holiday, you know.
Enough of that holiday nonsense in the house robe--there's serious work to get done and get done now! Life is earnest...life is real, and you can't begin too early.
Yes, The Nervous Cook is just fine, thank you. May she have some champagne now?
The guests begin to arrive.
It's one of those gorgeous Arizona afternoons when the patio is the perfect place to be.
It just makes you think Norman Rockwell, doesn't it? No--I understand--an overcooked turkey in pieces is not a pretty sight. It is beginning to look as if a person actually can begin too early. The Babboo got away from The Nervous Cook or he would never be out displaying this poor creature to guests who are bravely smiling through what some suspect may be waves of nausea.
They came, they ate, and they have lived to tell about it! They are dear people.
Thank you friends!
1 comment:
I can totally relate with the closet accomplish thing. Remember my art cabinets?? Glad it's over with now you can relax. But I talked to mike and we decided you should wait at least 48 hours before you can claim that everyone lived to tell about it!
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