What's a holiday without a whine from me?

This Thanksgiving holiday reminds me of eating something my former MIL
cooked, which she called "dressing". I call it "bread soup" - no, I can't
even call it that because bread soup happens to be good.

It was this odd soupy stuff that was so runny you could drag a spoon through
it and not leave a track. We're talking runny, goopy, disgusting "dressing".
I was a polite guest; I never said a word, but just about gagged trying to
spoon some (or should I say ladel some?!) onto my plate. Do I need to get
graphic about what it resembled?! (Pardon me, the cat is barfing. Yeah, it
was like that!)

This woman was a very nice lady. But man, she could *not* cook. We won't
even discuss how she managed to make scrambled eggs that were completely
white, and prepared with nary a grain of salt or pepper. Blech!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Jill