As I tried to find a place in the refrigerator for the Thanksgiving leftovers, I made an unsettling discovery. I’m pretty sure I have a mustard addiction. I counted 16 half used bottles of mustard in a freaky collection that is clearly out of control.
No, I won’t be cooking this year even though I will offer a traditional Thanksgiving dinner thanks to Boulder Canyon Kettle Chips. Yes, you read that right. My Nashville son, William, arrived at our airiport with a complete Thanksgiving dinner in a bag….Kettle Chip bags.
I’ve been hosting Thanksgiving dinner since 1977 when my mother passed away, leaving me to assume the role of “holiday hostess” – much to the chagrin of my poor taste-deprived family and guaranteeing me an annual nervous breakdown. How’s that for a run-on sentence? With less than two weeks to prepare I’d better get cracking.
Several people have asked who my models were for the front cover of my book “Love, Laughter & Losing my Keys.” Well, they are my best friends for five decades including from left Norma Clark Atkins, yours truly who is high on Ensure – seriously, that’s what we are drinking (or was it a Cosmopolitan, I forget) , Brenda Wiygul Chambliss, and Marie Portera.
I made up a recipe to help use up an overabundance of eggplant supplied by
Farmer Sam, whose farm coop up I joined. It turned out so good several friends have requested the recipe. It’s also good if you have any summer tomatoes hanging around but jarred pizza sauce or regular tomato sauce are fine too.