Yes, friends, I have officially become a woman today. Yeah, that's right--I made my first turkey and it was AMAZING...if I do say so myself. Actually Justine says so as well, so you can take it up with her. Clearly, conquering a turkey completely validates my proficiency as a woman, and this means that I am now officially available for marriage proposals. (though I do recommend going through my Daddy first... Hey--I'm Southern. Whatcha gonna do?)
So this was my first Thanksgiving sans family (ok last year I wasn't with my fam either, but I had Inge and the rest of the Hergenrather crew as a worthy stand-in). Justine and I made plans for today's shin-dig, and in true Meredith/Justine fashion, we even dressed the part. Facebook will have the pictures soon enough, but let me just say that my trophy-wife attire made a re-appearance, only this time it included an apron, oven mitts, turkey and dressing, deviled eggs, and cranberry sauce. And honestly, I was perfectly in my element, dancing around the kitchen like a crazy person--waving knives, chopping onions, calling Mom and Dad and Neil and Grandmom... We made a ghetto/Christmas mix to set the mood and I just tried not to kill anyone. Justine was true to form as well. Perhaps my favorite moment of hers--classic Justine really--is the mental image of her in a fabulous, black sweater-dress and Aldo stilettos: with one hand she holds her cell phone to her ear, and the other grips a rolled issue of Vogue for dear life as she tries to kill a spider. I can still hear the squeals and screams. It was really so upper-middle class chic that I can hardly take it...ahh Justine.
Another perfect day of debauchery.
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JEALOUS. we made hand turkeys and i failed at mashed potatoes... must give thanks with YOU next year clearly.
can't wait to try the leftovers...lol... :)
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