The last few years it has become tradition that I host Thanksgiving. While I do enjoy the grown up task that has been passed down to me, I sometimes find that little things like my husband working or myself being sick prevents me from preparing the perfect turkey dinner. At one of these times I made an executive decision and decided to take the family out.
It is not a decision that I am proud of. My family had never had a holiday meal in a restaurant. (and haven’t since) Honestly, my parents don’t really go out to any restaurant that much and eating out on a holiday is not something that normal people do. (in the opinion of my late grandmother) In years past each Thanksgiving found our family cleaning house for 24 hours straight while simultaneously basting a turkey and chopping celery. I insisted that we try something new. Look how great that microwave had worked out when you finally gave in and tried one. Maybe this would be just as convenient.
Deciding on a place to eat was my first sign that this was going to be an epic fail. I suggested something different, like Mexican. “Do they serve turkey? What kind of pie?” We finally decided on the Cracker Barrel. It is a middle of the road type of place. Of course, all I heard the entire meal was, “Who picked the CRACKER BARREL?”
The food was good and everyone was full. We even had dessert with the meal. Everyone hated it. Everyone looked for something to complain about.
- “My fork is dirty”
- “This chair is hard”
- “Is this chicken or turkey”
- “I got a bite of something that won’t chew”
- “Too bad we don’t have anything made from scratch”
- “Did you make a chocolate pie”
I left $124 later with the impression that I had hosted the worst Thanksgiving our family had yet to endure. Was it worth having no dishes to wash and not having to cook for two days?
Pretty much.
Wednesday, November 18th, 2009, 6:15 am | 
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