When I was in the Gas Station Chicken Store on Wednesday, the cashier wished me a Happy Thanksgiving.
"You, too! I've been home cooking, getting part of it ready for tomorrow. I probably smell like onions right now!"
"Not at MY house. SOMEBODY who lives there doesn't like leftovers. So we have to prepare things as fresh as possible."
Oh, no. Can you imagine having to work your regular shift, get home after 10:00, then get up to cook the next morning before you can serve Thanksgiving Dinner? What a stressful scenario. They probably didn't get to eat until evening, unless she got up at midnight:01 to start cooking!
That's one (I said ONE) good thing about Farmer H. He may eat the food in five minutes, but at least he eats the food, and doesn't mind that I started cooking it the day before. AND he will eat holiday leftovers for several days, because they're special things that I don't make often.
If I had someone who insisted on fresh food all the time, I might throw a few wooden spoons and suggest HE take over the cooking, especially if I am working a late shift the day before. how awful for her.
ReplyDeleteRiver,
DeleteAnd you know she had to make that food, and then NOT save any leftovers. So a bunch of work for only one meal!
I love leftovers and I don't offer HeWho a choice. Throwing perfectly good food away is so wasteful!
ReplyDeleteKathy,
DeleteWhen it's eat the leftover or make something for himself, I guess HeWho suddenly develops a taste for those leftovers!