I work on Thanksgiving. I got a promotion three years ago; on a 1-10 scale, stress level is now about a…27.
I thought of buying some turkey baby food ! LOL ! I am not crazy about gravy . My daughter and granddaughter came over and we made some lasagna . This was after thanksgiving was over
I’m from Idaho, by God, and boxed mashed potatoes are just fine by me. (don’t let my wife hear that – she’s Peruvian and if you think Idahoans are proud of their potatoes…)
Since the duckling got married, we’ve kind of had to do Thanksgiving with the in-laws. Pot luck. The first time I brought my own traditional barbecued turk, but since they had one too, not anywhere as good as mine but too much turkey all the same, they begged me to bring my 4th of July smoked brisket next time. I do that pretty good too. So they would buy a ten dollar grocery store turk, and I would show up with a $100 butcher shop brisket. So on Fridays after Thanksgiving these days, I have to cook a belated turkey. Because, leftovers. Tortilla soup. Turkey club sandwiches with bacon and avocado lettuce and tomato. Can’t live without it. And now this year, the in-laws rented a house far away for the holiday. So me and the missus were alone Thursday. We had leftover pizza from the night before. I guess it won’t get any better for a while. Cooked barbecued turkey, green chile cornbread stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy with homemade cranberry sauce on Friday for the family dinner. Smoked another turkey breast the next day for the smoked sliced turkey sandwiches. So I don’t care. We work it out. And I didn’t have to spend the day with the in-laws. Big win.
I’m embarrassed to admit that we have a box of potato flakes in the pantry. They’ve never been served with a meal, though.
When my gf has had “too much” to drink, she’ll microwave a mug half filled with milk, add potato flakes, stir, eat, then go to bed. Weird.
If someone drinks faster and faster, such that by the end of the night they’re wasted with 3 still-unabsorbed drinks sitting in their stomach, something like pots & milk would really slow down their absorption.
Which would greatly reduce the odds of waking up in a pool of vomit. You only need to do that a time or two to develop a lifelong belief in the power of food just before crawling into bed wasted.
Despite me being the one to start the “instant potatoes ain’t food” hijack here, I confess that we have a box of pot flakes. I use a smidgen now and again in a gravy or stew for thickener; it’s less glycemic than flour.
My wife also makes them for high speed dinner when I’m at work and she doesn’t want to cook for one. She also has oatmeal for dinner :shivers: sometimes the same way.
Olympic size pools measure: 50 metres long, 25 metres wide, and a minimum of 2 metres deep. (25m x 50m x 2m = 2,500m3; 1L = 0.001m3 so 2,500 x 1000 = 2,500,000L)
That’s 660,430 gallons of vomit!!
You tell us you’re a pro at this. I have no doubt you can do it. 