Thanksgiving the Martha Stewart way


I apologize in advance to all you Martha Stewart fans, who do all things impeccably well while paying attention to every little detail, like cleaning the tops of your ceiling fans once a week and flambéing your desserts without breaking a sweat.


Frankly I have a love-hate relationship with Martha and right now it’s squarely in the latter category.

I’m guilty of watching her on television much like a rubbernecker trying to get a look at the gory details of a wreck. I also listen to her radio station on Sirius and gag all the way to Walmart as I listen to her condescendingly answer call-in questions with her British infused New England accent. She didn’t used to talk that way, did she? I guess she picked it up in the penitentiary.

Sometimes you will see me screaming down Highway 12 literally – like yesterday when her highness told a caller to prune all her hydrangeas in February along with the roses. Even I know that is criminal advice – worthy of another six months in the slammer..That poor caller won’t have a single bloom next spring because blooms appear on old wood.

How does she get away with stuff like this? Because she’s got us all hood-winked into believing that cooking and housekeeping can and should be the perfect activity for the perfect woman. We mere mortals will never get it right so we keep listening and watching in hope that some of her abnormal finesse will rub off on us.

Nevertheless, I’m determined to deliver an edible Thanksgiving dinner for my family this year without losing my cool or experiencing the usual disasters. I ran off Martha’s 10 tips for a picture perfect Thanksgiving and I’m working my way through the list.

Item Numero Uno instructed me to purchase a small notebook and carefully make a list of the dishes I plan to serve, complete with the groceries needed to pull it off.

This week I was advised to begin the grocery shopping, but I can’t find that darn notebook. Thankfully I have the list committed to memory.

This week I’m to do all the heavy house work like waxing the floors and polishing all the furniture. That makes no sense, because the house will be dirty again by Thanksgiving, and I’ll be cooking the turkey while madly looking for my feather duster which will likely be roasting in the oven along with the turkey.

Today, she says to realign all my area rugs to conform to curvature of the earth and add a wing onto the dining room in case extra guests show up. Next week I am advised to knit sparkly leg warmers for the Thanksgiving turkey.

Last minute tips designed to impress my guests are such ludicrous activities as placing lemon slices in the dog’s water bowls, floating votive candles in all the toilets, and filing down the legs of the dining room chairs so each guest will be the same height.  Oh, and don’t forget to organize your spice rack by genus and phylum.

As soon as your guests leave, immediately blanch the turkey carcass and spray paint it gold. Turn it upside down and use it as a miniature sleigh to hold Christmas cards.

Oh boy. I’m going to be toast of my Thanksgiving soiree … either that or my family will be trying to book a room at the nearest institution.

4 thoughts on “Thanksgiving the Martha Stewart way

  1. I am considering booking my own room, and getting out of Thanksgiving all together!

    Thank you so much for the comic relief today, cannot tell you how much I needed it
    after yesterday!!!


  2. OMG — Loved the Blog today….Think I’ll do the Martha thing. Tom and I are entertaining on Thanksgiving. 20 in total…lots of love and family around our
    home that day. We love it.

    BTW: The South Pacific was wonderful, great and just like it’s suppose to be.

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