It’s not just Thanksgiving dinner. It is the most important Thanksgiving dinner you will ever host in your entire life. Everyone you love, respect and admire will be there. Everyone.
There’s your older sister, the deaconess, whose baking has historically overshadowed your cooking and who is bringing two pies. There’s your 20-something daughter, who seems quite serious about her handsome new plus-one. There’s your boss, Mr. Olson, founding partner of the illustrious Olson, Nelson & Anderson, who has taken a keen liking to how stereotypically Minnesotan your last name sounds.
Even dear Great-Great-Aunt Mary is coming. She will no doubt regale the table with many tales of her life so endlessly well lived, such as the time she turned down Harry S. Truman for senior prom. She may also have attended the original Thanksgiving dinner, which gives you a tough act to follow.
You toiled all day in the kitchen. Your hand seized up from chronic basting. You rammed every windowsill full of pies. You prepared as many different green bean casseroles as there are dietary restrictions known to man. But the effort was all worth it. The spread you laid out would bring even the most hardened Bon Appétit editor to tears.
And the guests begin to arrive. And everyone is getting along splendidly. And Mr. Johnson seems genuinely impressed by your collection of Vikings memorabilia. And the food … is … perfect. You could fit the room’s collective discontentment into a teaspoon.
You hear laughter. It is your sister, the deaconess, who appears to have found something incredibly amusing in your bathroom.
“What was it?” you ask upon her return to the table. “Did you like my novelty hand towels?”
“No, my little sibling,” she explains, attempting and failing to stifle her laughter. “It’s not that. It’s just … it’s just that you…”
“I what?”
“It’s just that you have … a ring … around … your tub.”
The dining room falls silent. Suddenly everyone rises, like doves flushed from a bush, and begins milling around your home in search of other incriminating dinge. One by one they all find it, and they call out to each other each time they do. “The mudroom is muddy!” “The living room looks lived in!” “The stovetop has gluten-free fried onions stuck to it!” You try to explain that you were only just cooking in there, but your defense falls on deaf ears. Your guests have forgotten about dinner entirely. They can now only focus on the ignominious state of your home.
Your daughter’s plus-one announces he only just realized he still isn’t over his ex, and leaves alone in his 911 Targa 4 GTS. Your boss doesn’t exit before curtly instructing you to answer directly to Peterson from now on. Even dear Great-Great-Aunt Mary says she must be going. She doesn’t even want to take a plate home.
The most important Thanksgiving dinner you will ever host … is ruined.
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“The mudroom is muddy!” “The living room looks lived in!” “The stovetop has gluten-free fried onions stuck to it!”