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Thursday Evening - 70 Godiva Place
Nov. 28th, 2024 12:20 amThe plan was for Dean to have his first Thanksgiving in his own house since he was a kid. A nice, quiet holiday with real home-cooked food. Which probably would’ve gone better if he’d thought to test the kitchen range oven before he tried to cook a turkey in it.
Or, you know, if he’d remembered to defrost the bird all the way before shoving it in there.
Turns out the oven thermostat was a bit off. And by “a bit,” it meant that setting it to 350 basically translated to “incinerate.”
So now Thanksgiving dinner was Chinese takeout and three different JGOB pies—pumpkin, pecan, and apple. Not exactly traditional, but hey, food’s food.
Dean popped a piece of General Tso's into his mouth, glanced at the spread on the table, and shrugged.
“Still better than most Thanksgivings I’ve had.”
(for the guest and extreme slow play)
Or, you know, if he’d remembered to defrost the bird all the way before shoving it in there.
Turns out the oven thermostat was a bit off. And by “a bit,” it meant that setting it to 350 basically translated to “incinerate.”
So now Thanksgiving dinner was Chinese takeout and three different JGOB pies—pumpkin, pecan, and apple. Not exactly traditional, but hey, food’s food.
Dean popped a piece of General Tso's into his mouth, glanced at the spread on the table, and shrugged.
“Still better than most Thanksgivings I’ve had.”
(for the guest and extreme slow play)
