I only listed two things to do for 2013. The third one is the gravy. Gravy could mean I will die happy for having accomplished my endeavour. The list is:
- Cook ham the way my family does it
- Cook turkey the way my family does it.
Who am I kidding? I am not a domesticated chick that stays in the kitchen. I’d rather plant my own garden, be a cat woman, climb the mountain and be surprised by the light.
The Ham. Done. I fed it to Mr. Polish and Mother Teresa next door at Room 307.
The Turkey. Done.
Impromptu party for YaYa sisterhood last night. They loved it. Gave them all the left over. Just like I said, I only eat the Pope’s nose.
As a reward for the sisters gobbling the turkey, they each received a bottle of wine that I won at United Way and then some. And then some means, unburdened me with gifts I received that I have no need and giving clothes that that they are eyeing for a long time. They always enjoy coming here empty-handed and going home with party favours.
As for my reward: The Carcass.
Mission accomplished. It’s a good day to die.
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