I think the new tradition around here now is to be mad & disappointed with everything.
I told my mother, days ago, if she didn't want to worry about a bird, I'd make pulled-pork BBQ, as we used to have a pig pickin' at my grandmother's house every Thanksgiving when I was a kid, and it would be bring back some of those memories. I come over and she has a ham. Bleh. Oh well, it's her thing, I'll let her do what she wants. It is now 3:20 and I get "When are you going to cook the ham?" I never said I'd cook the ham, I don't even want the ham. "You said you'd make the ham and make some molasses sauce" No, I said if you weren't going to bother with a bird, I'd make BBQ, which is molasses brined. "Oh, just forget it..." and she mumbles & stomps off.
I wonder how long it will take to cook this ham that I don't even want to eat, even more now than before...
...awesome. I officially hate Thanksgiving 2015. And, I only have two beers.
FML