If this Thanksgiving is anything like last year's, my plan is to be better prepared so that I can enjoy my one day off, too. It's my belief that if I want to feel thankful after cooking for my brood all day, I need to lighten the burden a bit. Last year, I had an incredibly busy work night before the big day, which left little time for doing prep work I'd planned to do the evening before. I got up on Thursday at the crack of dawn to spend the entire day slaving in the kitchen. This year, I'm a little better educated about the combo of holidaze and hospice and I'm armed with a plan.
My general plan will be to do as much as humanly possible ahead of time. I will shop for food on Monday. I will not, I repeat not, bake the bread myself--I'll do like every other wise woman and hit the bakery. The turkey will be brined on Tuesday and roasted on Wednesday morning, sliced, smothered in stock and refrigerated in the dish I'll use to reheat it on Thursday.
Come Thursday morning, I will sleep in and take an inordinate amount of time to sip coffee, read the news, watch the parade and chill. Later, while everything is reheating in the oven, I will sit and knit, or spin, sip the wine and laugh because I was so wise.
That's the plan. Now let's see how I can mess it up...
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