Planning Ahead
On Thursday, November 1, 2018 at 4:15:43 AM UTC-5, Ju-Ju blabbered:
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> I mail ordered a meal one year. Was upset because it came with a whole
> turkey and it was only supposed to be the breast. The meat was cooked but it
> needed a reheat in the oven. I had no pan large enough. Bought a foil
> roasting pan that turned out to be too flimsy.
>
Most normal-brained people know those foil roasting pans are flimsy, especially
with a turkey adding to the weight. Normal-brained people know to put a cookie
sheet (aka rolled edge pan) under the foil pan to give it some stability.
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> To make matters worse, I
> pierced the pan with a knife when trying to slice it. I had a juicy mess in
> the oven, all over the top of the stove, the floor.
>
Ding-ding-ding!!! They have these great kitchen equipment items known as
carving/cutting boards. They prevent idiots from piercing a thin foil
roasting pan with a knife. Just an fyi.
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> The turkey tasted fine. There was just far too much of it. None of us are
> big turkey lovers. One meal and perhaps leftovers for another are fine.
>
> But the sides and the dessert? Not appealing. The potatoes had weird stuff
> in them like egg whites and soy bean oil. I wound up tossing all of the
> sides out as nobody ate any beyond the first bite. So... I paid a ton of
> money for this meal and we all went hungry.
>
Because you are too stupid to cook a small, simple meal.
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> This year I'm going to do what I've done in years past. Get some cheap boxed
> stuffing, then make it up with additional onion, carrot and celery to lessen
> the carbs. I'll get some good quality sliced turkey breast with no nitrates.
> Then roll the stuffing up in the slices of meat, smother in gravy and bake.
> I can even assemble this the night before. I can then buy or make whatever
> sides I choose.
>
I beat nobody is knocking on your door wanting in to consume that mess.
>
> There will likely only be four of us and we are casual diners so it will not
> be a big deal.
>
You, daughter, ex-husband, and the gigolo?? Or you, daughter, gigolo and one
of his goats?
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