As of Wednesday, November 21, 2018
My ornery Yorkshire Terrier “Buddy” usually avoids the kitchen area of the house unless he thinks there may be some treat in the offering.
He has had one to many close calls with the cooking pot. A few years ago, he almost ended up in the stew when some Chinese friends were cooking dinner for my family. Buddy was not the only one looking shocked.
Turns out my friend, who had eaten dog as a child, was in no real hurry to see of Buddy would create a tasty meal – thank goodness.
This week, Buddy is working very hard to stay out of my daughter Sarah’s way as she bakes pies and other goodies in preparation for Thanksgiving Day. She is making the dishes to take to work to share with co-workers and with friends.
It will be odd this year not to have the fabulous aromas of a roasting turkey wafting through the house. I’m sure Buddy will be disappointed too.
While the turkey is cooking, he stands in the doorway hoping something will land on the floor within his reach, only to be scolded and chased out of the kitchen.
My major concern when it comes to cooking is the number of people, who handicapped like I am, find themselves at the mercy of fires. Sadly, “cooking fires in the home occur more often on Thanksgiving Day than any other day of the year.”(Yakima County Fire Department)
I’m leery of cooking at the best of times and am happy to let Sarah or my friends do the heavy lifting when it comes to the turkey. My older daughter Becky prides herself on her moist turkey and Sarah is working
hard to accomplish the same standard.
But still I worry because one of every six Thanksgiving diners will get sick from contaminated food or beverages. Good news is that my daughters and friends are fastidious about keeping the preparation areas clean.
I must admit that good cooking habits may not be a trait they learned from me. I have had a love-hate relationship with cooking since I was 10. I blame my mother.
My mother was wonderful cook. She made the best turkey stuffing and her pumpkin pie was the very best I’ve ever had.
Hence my dilemma – I didn’t inherit my mom’s cooking skills. My stuffing is, by turns, too dry or burnt. My pumpkin pies always split, and they are not supposed to have a crevice in the center.
My green bean casserole, which everyone says is bullet proof – comes out well - let’s just say - not to tasty.
I really believe my daughters learned to cook in self-defense, at least Sarah thinks so.
So, I have no real advice for a perfect Thanksgiving feast, except for me and Buddy to stay clear of the kitchen and let the real cooks do their thing.
I’ll pass out the compliments.