Stuffed.

The turkey is turkeyed. The yams are yammed. The casseroles are casseroled. And, the pies are pied. 8 hours of cooking for one meal. Yes, it's one good meal. But, is it REALLY worth it? In the end, I say yes. Shlomo's kids seem to really enjoy it. Their bragging does not stop. Shlomo himself brags on my cooking. He should. He does not cook, but thinks he can tell me every step to make.

Note to Shlomo: This is how it works. In my kitchen (like in the kitchen of my mother), there is one chef. That is me. If you want to make something, I am happy for you to. I don't have to do it all, but you don't cook (scrambled eggs, aside). Please, keep me company. I love to spend time with you. However, I pretty much know how to do whatever it is that I am doing. Telling me that it is not the way you have had something does not help me. If you ask for something, I go about finding the best way to make it (which might, just might, be different from the way you have had it in the past). Please forgive me when I lose my temper in the kitchen. It is hard work in there. It is work I enjoy, but it is still hard work.

Aside from my necessary note/apology, it was a great holiday. It is always fun to see Shlomo's kids. Their constant bickering is still funny. Exhausting, but funny. Six people, one turkey, steaks, 8 pounds of yams, a double recipe of broccoli rice casserole, 24 rolls, and three pies...how could it not be a great meal?

To my dozen (Please, God, let it be a dozen!) of readers, I hope you too had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Now, we are all onto the rest of the holiday season. It's time to pray for good weather and no "Noreasters." Otherwise, I might miss Die Mommie! Die! on stage. That would be a holiday tragedy.