This ridiculous incident happened in 2005.
It gets sadder AND funnier to me, the more time goes by.
Dear Stuffed Ones:
Since Tuesday morning, I had slaved over an intricate stuffing recipe with about 17 ingredients in it, ranging from browned sausage, Granny Smith apples, sweet onion, toasted walnuts to homemade cornbread and more secret spices than KFC. It filled three enormous pans when I was done, and I surveyed the results with great pride.
On Wednesday afternoon, I went and picked up my Dad, then drove the 3 pans of wonder-stuffing from Boston to upstate New York, to my sister’s. They were very carefully packed and safely strapped on the back seat seat. My sister trucked them to my cousin’s on Thursday morning, while my Dad and I relaxed back at the hotel.
At this point, this stuffing had traveled more than most of you did for Thanksgiving. Read the rest of this entry