I arose early to lovingly prepare my family a Thanksgiving meal today.
See also:
- because Adam woke me up
- because I needed to look up recipes
- because I needed to do laundry and clean house
The first line just sounds better.
So I fire up the computer and search for recipes for a sweet potato casserole, because beyond the purchase of sweet potatoes I’m not sure what I can do with them other than 1.) bake them in the most boring way possible or 2.) use them as very small, heavy and probably deadly footballs.
Finding recipes that meet Adam’s newfound allergy needs should be easy right? Because who puts peanuts, tree nuts, fish, or eggs in a vegetable dish?
Everyone. That’s who. Other rejected recipes include marshmallows which shockingly are EGG.
I didn’t plan ahead enough to have the orange liquer on hand for my todder’s meal or a cedar plank on which to cook my potatoes.
Thanksgiving is trying to kill us.
