It’s that time of year again. It is the time of year our we lose
our minds.
No?
Cooking, and list-making, and cooking, and present planning (or
shopping if you are on the ball like that and I hate you), card
sending and pie buying making.
Not only is it a time of year we reflect on the things we are
thankful for… it is also a time of year we do stupid things…
LIKE DECIDE TO MAKE RECIPES WITH PEELED CHESTNUTS.
That’s what happened to my family last
Thanksgiving.
My brother-in-law found a stuffing recipe he wanted to make for
Thanksgiving. The recipe (by Martha Stewart) called for
boiled, peeled chestnuts.
*coughcough*
I used Twitter
to document the peeling of the cursed boiled chestnuts:
• 8:28 p.m. Thanksgiving Eve: Attention fellow domestic
goddesses: Marta Stewart has a flippin’ STAFF to peel her pounds
& pounds of precious chestnuts! *fingers cramping*
• 8:40 p.m.: I mean, Martha Stewart. This is
absolutely ridiculous.
• 8:51 p.m.: And now my thumbs are not only nail-less, but
also paralyzed.
I sacrificed the sacred use of my opposable thumbs for this sad
little pile of chestnut shells:
It’s that time of year again. It is the time of year our we lose
our minds.
No?
Cooking, and list-making, and cooking, and present planning (or
shopping if you are on the ball like that and I hate you), card
sending and pie buying making.
Not only is it a time of year we reflect on the things we are
thankful for… it is also a time of year we do stupid things…
LIKE DECIDE TO MAKE RECIPES WITH PEELED CHESTNUTS.
That’s what happened to my family last Thanksgiving.
My brother-in-law found a stuffing recipe he wanted to make for
Thanksgiving. The recipe called for boiled, peeled chestnuts, by
Martha Stewart.
*coughcough*
I used Twitter to document the peeling of the cursed boiled
chestnuts:
• 8:28 p.m. Thanksgiving Eve: Attention fellow domestic goddesses:
Marta Stewart has a flippin’ STAFF to peel her pounds & pounds
of precious chestnuts! *fingers cramping*
• 8:40 p.m.: I mean, Martha Stewart. This is absolutely
ridiculous.
• 8:51 p.m.: And now my thumbs are not only nail-less, but also
paralyzed.
I sacrificed the sacred use of my opposable thumbs for this sad
little pile of chestnut shells:

The stuffing was quite yummy… except
for the chestnuts.
So. What are your plans for
Thanksgiving? Are you going to be peeling chestnuts and rolling-out
pie crust, or opening a box of Stove Top and peeling plastic off a
frozen pie crust? I’ll give you one guess what I’ll be doing…
Happy Thanksgiving!
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