This is my essay about the time I swore off cooking for Thanksgiving. It’s actually more about my long-standing hate relationship with the kitchen. I was excited to learn this essay would go into the November issue of Today’s Charlotte Woman partially because it was a magazine I had not yet worked with and partially because it was an essay that had nothing to do with parenting. It’s true I’ve collected more stories and perspectives on life since becoming a parent than I have from any other 3-year initiative, but I was looking for an outlet for other stories that have accumulated in my life and a chance to write about them.
Also, kudos to my husband for putting up with my botched efforts in the kitchen – I don’t believe I even have a case of food poisoning on the record, whew. And thanks to my parents and my in-laws for providing us with fantastic Thanksgiving extravaganzas to help us survive a weekend in November.