What do you do when you receive devastating news from your best friend who has just lost her beautiful 35-year old daughter? You try to find some distraction anyway you can, that’s what.
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.