It happens every year. I spend days, nights even, prepping for the feast. The fridge, stove, and oven are so taken up with holiday food, that there's nothing to eat the entire week prior to the holiday.
Lefty stomps around growling, "We ain't had nothing but maggoty bread for three stinking days," and Pixie's like, "Yeah. Why can't we have some meat?" And then I chase them all with a wooden spoon because they're never too old to spank, am I right?
But this year I'm changing things up. Don't tell anybody because then they'll expect it all the time, but I actually planned ahead. I wrote out a menu plan for, would you believe it, the whole week. We're going to have actual breakfasts, lunches and suppers every single day of the week, not just one big meal on Turkey Day. Now before you go being overly impressed, I'll admit it's mostly freezer to crockpot, and there will be mac and cheese involved. But still. This family's going to eat like Jeremy Renner, there won't be a famine before the feast this year.
Do you have bad traditions too? Break them. Be bold.
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