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| Wednesday, November 16, 2005 |
| Turkey turkey. |
On arrival at home after work, there was a message on the answering machine. Well, there were two messages, but one of them was a message from last week that I felt confident in disregarding. The other was from my mother-in-law, from hereon identified as MIL.
Now, I have been very lucky in my MIL. She is pretty much the best MIL one could hope for. For example, she does not drop over unannounced, nor does she insist on having us over for a meal every weekend. Furthermore, she has not once insulted my cooking, housekeeping, or general ability in any area, and she can be relied upon to gang up with me against her own son if the situation warrants it. This is probably assisted by the fact that she has no daughters herself, and three sons. She gets along well with my family. She does not provoke arguments. She does not make nasty comments (well, not when I'm in earshot, anyway).
So. As generally wonderful as my MIL may be, she does occasionally do some slightly random and unpredictable things. For example, well before I was engaged to Mr Ata, she called me one morning - before 8am on a Saturday, I might add, AND I was a Uni student at the time - to advise that it was precisely three months until Christmas. The message on the answering machine today was also Christmas-related.
She has bought a Turkey.
Fortunately, not a live one to take home - although it wouldn't be outside the realms of possibility for her to do that. And to be fair, she has only paid for the Turkey, not collected it and brought it home with 38 days to go to Christmas. Or thereabouts. But nevertheless, she has bought a Turkey for Christmas.
Neither she nor I have ever cooked a Turkey.
There are not enough of us to eat a Turkey.
The closest I personally have ever come to the preparation of a Turkey is the roasting of a pre-packed Turkey Roll. Usually, Christmas fare for us consists of assorted cold foods, possibly supplemented by a barbeque.
Why did she suddenly decide to buy a Turkey? This will remain one of the great wonders of the universe. Can she even cook a Turkey in her oven? It is somewhat unreliable. Could be that we will be having Turkey for Boxing Day lunch. Will we be eating Turkey meat for the three weeks following Christmas? No, because Mr Ata & I are going to Ballarat.
Perhaps, to get into the spirit of things, I shall volunteer to make something terribly Christmassy and traditional. As opposed to my usual potato salad or chicken wings. I don't even know what Christmas Tradition requires. Must I bake mistletoe with something? Reindeer in holly sauce? Partridges in Poached Pear Trees?
...I don't even like Turkey much. |
posted by Ata @ 10:27 pm  |
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You can always take turkey sandwiches with you to Ballarat. In fact, you might be able to take enough turkey to last you the whole holiday.
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Mmmm, I love turkey and as nobody else in my house does I never get to have it. I'll just crash your Christmas party and help you eat it, ok?
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You can always take turkey sandwiches with you to Ballarat. In fact, you might be able to take enough turkey to last you the whole holiday.