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I have to admit I was feeling a little smug at this point. You see, my mother had warned me that it was many of work to host a wide holiday like Thanksgiving. She had wondered out loud if this was going to be to much coming right on the heels of our wedding. I had assured her that my husband and I were more than capable of handling it. With a little planning the complete thing would run smoothly.
Almost instantly I was transported back to memories of the first Thanksgiving my husband and I hosted as a married couple. We got married November seventh and I was so looking forward to having our families over that Thanksgiving. I meticulously cleaned our house and planned the menu. My husband helped me to polish my grandmothers silver and set the table with our new tablecloth and napkins. I in reality wanted to prove to our families that I was a grown up; capable of manufacturing this in reality elaborate meal. So it was with quite many of pride that I opened the front door when everyone arrived. After serving beverages we sat around and shared stories, watched football and laughed.
As I was scheduling my teens upcoming events in my calendar at the present time, I suddenly took an tremendous look at the date and gasped. How is it already November? Where did this year go?? And how in the world am I going to be waiting to host Thanksgiving dinner in a little over every week?
With this thought in brain and a little smirk on my face I went into the kitchen to envision on the progress of the food cooking in the oven. As I opened the oven door I expected to see all my dishes bubbling beautifully and almost waiting to be served. Instead, they were all luke warm and in no way waiting for consumption. As I felt the panic rise in my chest I called my husband into the kitchen to see if he knew what the problem was. Obviously, something was wrong with my oven and I didnt have an understanding of what to do about it. We turned the heat up and the food eventually cooked through and we did serve a unbelievable dinner...about an hour and a half later than we had planned. One good thing about eating that prior due is everyone was starving and couldnt eat fast enough.
A couple of days later, I called an appliance repair company with my tale of woe. They came out to envision my oven and said all it needed was to be calibrated. If only I had known that before Thanksgiving.
