On the 11th day of Christmas what did Laurel see.... eleven pounds of turkey, ten days of kids off school, nine bags of groceries, eight loads of laundry, seven acts of singing, six cups of Rice Krispies, five cousins playing, four mall santas, three sleepyheads, two boys a wrestlin and a mouse running past the Christmas tree.
Aidan and I went out to pick up the rest of our Christmas groceries and I brought home a nice little turkey for us to eat later in the week. mmmmm! We will be going to Mike's parents for dinner tomorrow and Mom's for dinner Christmas day but I always miss the leftovers when I have not cooked a turkey. So we will cook one for ourselves. It brought to mind the very first turkey I cooked. 'Twas the Christmas of 1990, and our classes at Scott Park were all having Christmas dinner in the gym. We were set up with tables for each homeroom. I volunteered to cook the turkey for my class. Being so grown up, living on my own, everyone thought it was a good idea. (little did they know) It turned out great until the teacher was carving it for the whole class and pulled out the bag of giblets or whatever stuff is in that thing. Who knew that a turkey came with a plastic bag up its butt! I stuffed the dressing in there too. I have since learned to pull this out, now if I can only get gravy down pat!
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