This is thanksgiving weekend here in Canada....shout out to any other canucks who might be hanging around.
because of this, I'm heading to my mom's place in about an hour. That'll be noon local time, I'm going that early because somehow she's hosting but I'm cooking the actual meal, which it's just occurred to me is roughly what she's done for holiday meals since I was 18....TB comes home for the holidays, says "what are we having for dinner?" Mom says "Well, I have some such and such" TB says "cool, how are you preparing it?" Mom looks at TB significantly.
The beauty is that now that I expect it....and particularly since she spends part of her year in the same city as me....I tend to have a phone call with her a few days beforehand, so I can plan out what I'm going to do and ask her to pick anything that I might need up. Also I'm, false modesty being nobody's friend, a better cook than she is, and enjoy doing things like roasting turkeys more.
All this being said, however, it hits me that she started teaching me to cook when I was a little boy, and had me cooking one or two meals a week at 10, and while at the time she said she wanted me to be self sufficient (10 is also when I was expected to mend my own clothes and do my own laundry), I'm halfway convinced that she was planning this all along. Possibly on the logic that I would take after my dad, who cooks like and angel and loves it.
Tundrabadger's mom...master planner.
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