This year, my Mother-in-law insisted I use her oyster and spinach stuffing recipe for filling the turkey. And it was perfect. Saying grace, thankful, we finished our feast. Afterward, I stood up to make a toast when my glass slipped, spilling champagne. I further continued to spoil my image, talking with spinach — that dreaded green stuff in your teeth.
My second Christmas-Eve dinner, cooking for the in-laws with all the trimmings. But it must be flawless this time. Last year the cat was nipped and knocked over the Christmas tree making a big mess. And I burned the flank steaks.
This year, my Mother-in-law insisted I use her oyster and spinach stuffing recipe for filling the turkey. And it was perfect. Saying grace, thankful, we finished our feast. Afterward, I stood up to make a toast when my glass slipped, spilling champagne. I further continued to spoil my image, talking with spinach — that dreaded green stuff in your teeth. Comments are closed.
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