Gavinmad
Mr. Poopybutthole
This is just weird to me on so many levels, both that yall tolerate it and that the grandpa is so incapable of controlling his ego. Couple years back I persuaded my mom to let me try dry brining the turkey. She and my sister both said flat out it was the best turkey they'd ever had and instead of getting upset about me dunking on her cooking or muscling in on her territory, she insisted that I handle the bird every year since and even started doing her own spice rubs on other occasions.Yeah was thinking it could end up with too much wet and turn soupy. Or it would be amazing with crispy potatoes, then a cheesy creamy layer, then mashed. Either way will have to try it. Hard to mess up potatoes.
Girlfriend's grandpa complains anytime anyone brings anything good or wants to have a holiday at their house, so he insists on doing everything at his place then complains that he always has to do everything. And we offer to help because he complains nobody helps and then insists we don't bring anything or help and then complains about all of it.
Did mashed potatoes twice. He complained they were too garlicy one year and too peppery another. So non holiday we got to try a third time with no pepper or anything other than a bit of salt and he complained they were over seasoned and salty.
Did the hassle back potatoes once. He complained because he said he wanted au gratin so insisted to do his from a box from then on.
First year in our house we were allowed to host Thanksgiving (and only that once in 8 years now) but he insisted on (over)cooking the turkey at his place and transporting it over. Then made a big show of insisting I carve it since it was my house. I refused because that seemed very gay to me to carve another man's meat.
Another year I had already bought a turkey, so he let me cover over to roast it at his house, then I had to run errands and it magically finished an hour early and was dry as hell but swears he didn't fiddle with the temp.
I should probably start posting in the divorce thread some day because from a food perspective in particular her family is a unique form of hell.
So, our plans are hope we get sick and don't have to attend and then live vicariously through all of you heroes that still give me some measure of hope some families out there are still eating good food for the holidays.
it magically finished an hour early and was dry as hell but swears he didn't fiddle with the temp.
This in particular would make me completely lose my shit and I wouldn't hesitate to ruin thanksgiving (even more than the terrible turkey would) by getting right up in the perpetrators face over it.
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