Happy Monday! I'm starting a new feature today called Monday Musings. It will be a random topic for people to discuss, and I'll usually avoid city politics. Most of the time it will be something silly — like zombie attack strategies or favorite office games.
Hopefully, I will be able to keep this up every Monday, and it will be a enjoyable, light read to start your week.
We will start with a trip down memory lane. Every year, people hustle into grocery stores, pick up absurd amounts of food and hurry home to spend days, if not weeks, crafting the perfect meal.
The plan is mapped out on 10 pages of notebook paper. Each individual ingredient is separated into individual bowls. The table is set with your finest linens.
And then you look into the freezer and realize you never bought a turkey. Or your oven mitts suck, and you drop the mashed potatoes on the floor. Or you trip over the perfectly laid out runner and spill wine on your great Aunt Sally.
Holidays never turn out like fairy tales, and we want to hear about all of your holiday dining disasters. What went wrong in your kitchen or at the dining room table?
Most of our meals have gone fairly smoothly, but I do remember when I was about 9 or 10, we went over to my aunt's house to eat dinner and open a few presents on Chistmas Eve. Being true Americans, my family with the exception of me gorged on the most patriotic food around: Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Luckily I skipped the meal because I was going through a picky eater phase, because everyone suffered from a two-day streak of food poisoning that made Christmas less than cheery.
So it's your turn. Send in your stories. Feel free to leave a comment here, but also contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org or 389-7035, so we can use your story in the paper.
Hope everyone has a wonderful, food poisoning free, week.