It’s a tradition every month that my pledge class gets together at someone’s house for supper club and for a charming evening with friends. We try to be adults about it, but let’s face it…when we get together we leave dinner stumbling, couragously texting, and screaming about how great of a pal JoBelle has been through the years. Needless to say, I’m never disappointed. After dinner is Dickson. Watch out. It’s similar to the running of the bulls...but with heels and vodka. Anyway, tragically the downfall is I must bring a food dish. I am usually the designated Skinny Bitch drink-maker but, its thanksgiving so I’m trying to be classy.
For those of you who have not had the opportunity to grace my presence in the kitchen, well, it’s like watching boys put on Chap Stick: awkward but impressive. Yes, I blew up my microwave recently because I didn’t add water to the pasta. Stupid “Just add water” instructions should be in bold print, light up, and on special delirious cooking occasions have a vocal reminder saying "H2O in the bowl!" Healthy choice you owe Mark and Bev $50 for the replacement microwave, me $25 for destroying my microwave cooking confidence, and my roommates a week of nostril depression and lack of smelling back. Our apartment smelled like burnt Houston Nutt: ugly and dull. So when looking for a hubby, I guess I should move Chase Crawford look-a-like to number 2 and Culinary Chef to the top of my check list. That’s a piece of work.
The theme for this Friday’s supper club is Thanksgiving food. My favorite holiday, however, I’m better at eating the food then actually preparing it. I would never ask someone to try my food in the fear of a swirly. So what’s it going to be friends? Sam’s Club, Ricks Bakery, or perhaps some Chili’s cheese dip and salsa. I’m officially making it a thanksgiving fiesta. The cheese dip and salsa are Thanksgiving colors so in the word of Tim Gunn, “Make It Work”.
Now if only I looked like Heidi Klum.
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