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Show My year to wrestle the turkey p.g. blab f By MAIU'KLl.A WAI.KKK This week is my week to squirm. Thanksgiving dinner is being held at our house this year for my side of the family. (We alternate years with the Walker's and the Whaley 's. ) No one gets real excited and asks us to have it at our house. I volunteered. volun-teered. I am not the best cook in the world and I'm sure no one is expecting ex-pecting the best Thanksgiving dinner they ever had. Besides, I have assigned out some of the dishes so that there will be. guarantee that some will taste good. One reason I know that my cooking will not cause great cheers is because none of my family ever say, "Mom, make us some of your really good such and such". Every Sunday night they ask Jer for some of his famed "Cheese Omelettos". The married kids even come home and ask for this treat. I often say to the children or my husband,. "What would you like for dinner?" because it is unfair for moms to always have to think up what to have for meals. We tend to get in a rut, if you haven't noticed. When I ask this question I get no response. They cannot think of anything I. could fix that really sounds good. Of course, they are too polite to say so, but I can tell what they are thinking. be as good as my sister-in-law's a few years ago, when she cooked her first turkey. She put it on broil, and although the poor thing got brown on top quite fast the little red thing did not pop out. When we discovered her mistake, she was mortified, and we played games til the turkey got cooked through. There are so many Walkers that they reserve a church cultural hall for their Thanksgiving dinner. It works out quite well and everyone brings something, even me, and we have a wonderful time. By contrast, my family is not very large, thank goodness, or they wouldn't fit in our house. In fact, for the last several years my folks have taken us out to eat on Thanksgiving arid none of us had to slave in the kitchen.' They decided that this year, since the family is growing with the grandchildren getting married, they could not afford it. We wondered how they afforded it those other years. So, this year it is at our house. I sat down and planned the menu. Fortunately, For-tunately, I do know how to cook a turkey. They are easy. When I cooked my first turkey I did not know that the giblets were hidden under the neck flap and cooked them along with the turkev ,, "Pm their little pal'w in. P UxycJ Since then I have n goodjobofcooking'tft, However, IamnoSodt Thankgoodness for te pie crusts that PiikK I love turkey eTAvv k never learned S . u . momcan.Shemakeste gravy you ever had H. Each year I debate wilw whether potatoes a'V necessary wiln yams Z other goodies. Pox? morestarchbuttheyaf' In case you are wondering m 'comment abovealj , debat.ng with myself have our own turkey even if i;; somewhere else for Tha ." dinner My husband dS' ago that he was not without turkey leftovers hl ! help it. ym"t: With a little help from myap and a bit of luck, lhis din .a come off yet. Until then, & squ.rmabit as I worry and ! if the food will be edible Next problem, what if comes? When our second son, who is now on a mission, began buying his own food and eating it on a regular basis when the homecooked didn't look so hot, I knew I was a failure, mealwise. Actually, I kind of enjoy the roasts, the lasagna, the tacos and enchiladas, as attested by my waistline. Have you noticed that the rest of my family are skinny ? Well, back to Thanksgiving. I guess my Thanksgiving turkey will |