My Christmas dinner plans took an unusual twist--the guests prepared their own dinner! Here's what happened:
Just after getting the turkey stuffed and into the roaster, I noticed my slight headache was getting worse. With a quick scan of the medicine cabinet, I realized I was out of Anacin, my trusty pain reliever. Anxious to get back to cooking, I grabbed the Ibuprofen and popped one in my mouth--BIG MISTAKE!!! I wasn't thinking--anti-inflammatory drugs make me sick. Sure enough, a short time later my head was throbbing and my stomach wretching. I meekly called out to Dave, telling him "You're on your own" and I crawled into bed. I kept hoping for sleep but my anxiety level was too high. Dave is a fish out of water in the kitchen. I was too sick to ask his plans: go it alone, cancel dinner or worse, cancel Christmas? What seemed like hours later, I smelled the turkey roasting as I heard the guests arriving. I envisioned shocked guests and a kitchen in crisis, but I was helpless. Then I heard my daughter, Abby, take charge. Abby is a chef and catering manager. Moments later I was in deep slumber. I awoke as I heard them sitting down to their dinner--small chatter and quiet chuckling. I sat up smiling-- relieved, refreshed and feeling much better. Then I had an idea--I quietly stole into the kitchen and threw together a blueberry pie. After putting it in the oven, I joined them at the table for a small plate of food. Dinner was followed by exchanging small, homemade gifts and then a hilariously-funny game of Pictionary. We closed the evening with warm blueberry pie and small talk. Disaster was avoided and Christmas Day ended on a peaceful note. Amen!