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Turkey gravy on Thanksgiving! (So, beige? Sort of tan?)
::aims several very powerful newly-learned crescent kicks at Hec's lower-case-bitch-boss's head::
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Turkey gravy on Thanksgiving! (So, beige? Sort of tan?)
::aims several very powerful newly-learned crescent kicks at Hec's lower-case-bitch-boss's head::
Disliking cranberry dressing? Harder to get away with.
I choose not to serve it at. all. I hate it. Therefore, I see no pint in having it at my table.
Blech.
Brown gravy for turkey! Made with giblets and drippings.
Okay, so you can make brown gravy with drippings. Good. I was starting to think I'd gone nutso. Testify to the brown gravy!
I thought I'd give the caveat that cranberry-ginger-pear dressings sounds pretty much blissful.
If I'm having turkey, I have turkey gravy. So it's whatever I cook the turkey in, and add to the fat and stock that makes it a colour. It usually turns out light brown.
Disliking cranberry dressing? Harder to get away with.
I choose not to serve it at. all. I hate it.
Wait, you're talking about cranberry sauce? Are you MAD, woman? Homemade cranberry sauce is meant to be eaten with a spoon, possibly while growling at family members who try to take the bowl away from you.
Or, y'know, that may just be a tradition in *my* family.
I hate it too, but the folks that love it get very sad if it isn't there.
Signed,
Once Broke a Guest's Heart on Thanksgiving
Just yer family. We have the gelatinous can kind and the spoon eating kind with nutmeg and oranges in our usual family gatherings, but me? Hate em both. Don't like cranberries. Except Crasins. I like Crasins. But no cranberry sauce. Blech.
I hate it. Therefore, I see no pint in having it at my table.
This is the true awesome power of being the grown-up. I was pretty startled when I eventually realized that the reason I had no experience with liver (since it was one of the classic kid-hate foods) was because my mother didn't like it. So she didn't serve it. I was in awe.
I don't like cranberries, or cranberry juice, but would have to throw a wobbler if I was expected to eat turkey without cranberry sauce. Just no.
You should put a bowl of Craisins on the table for the people Robin doesn't like to hurt.