I love hanging out with my family.
Dad: “Click on QuickBooks and let’s grab a cup of coffee.” (QuickTrip)
Mom: “You need to take them out of the plastic to thaw.” Me: “You mean…all the way naked?” (I’d never make it in med school, clearly)
Brianna: “Why are they called Cornish Hens?” Me: “Because they originated in Cornwall, Massachusetts.” Dad: “Because they eat corn?” Me: “Because they were bred by General Cornwallis.” Thomas: “You are so full of it.” (We’ve never been a turkey eating family).
Me: “I just don’t like thinking about eating anything that was ever alive.” Dad: “Well, I’m surprised you’re still alive. Rocks don’t have much nutritional value.”
Mom: “You’re wearing an apron! How domestic of you! I should take a picture!”
Me: “Truss? I don’t know how to truss these things. I don’t even know what truss means.” *exit stage right* Grandma: “Where did Carolyn go?” Thomas: “To look up cooking terms on dictionary.com.” Grandma: *laughter* “I’ll go get some string.”
Thomas: “Truss is actually an architectural term.”
Brianna: “Stop! You’re salting it to a crisp!”
Thomas: (looking through black friday ads) “I’m thankful for all the Christmas presents I’m going to get.”
Me: “Now it says to bust them.” Mom: “Baste ” Me: “Yes. We need to baste the bird busts with butter.”
Dad: “Is there only one pumpkin pie?” Mom: “Yes.” Dad: (three minutes later) “Oooh…. ice cream tastes pretty good on sweet potato casserole.”
These are probably not funny to anyone but me. I just had to archive them.