Over the River and Through the Woods
This story is for everyone who has ever had a bad Thanksgiving, but especially for H. A.
Grandma isn’t a bad cook. It’s that she’s been cooking to please Grandpa for forty-three years…and his mother was a terrible cook. She’s been cooking badly on purpose all this time, and she’s good at it.
I steeled myself for another year of oven-dried turkey, scorched stuffing, and white lies. I had a plane ticket and Pepto-Bismol. I was as ready as I’d ever be.
The shooting pains started when I was over Ohio.
I have never been so grateful for my appendix as I was that day. I’m told food poisoning is just as painful, and a lot messier.
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