Our dinner table looked so nice…

… no one would ever guess that the turkey fell on the floor the night before and John had to scoop it up while protecting it from the six dogs who thought Thanksgiving had just come early.

Our dinner table looked so nice…
… no one would ever guess that the turkey fell on the floor the night before and John had to scoop it up while protecting it from the six dogs who thought Thanksgiving had just come early.
My mother-in-law passed along a story about Julia Child dropping a turkey. She scooped it back onto the counter, looked straight at the camera, and said the words which have inspired our family cooking ever since. “They’ll never know.”
Sadly the story is most probably apocryphal, but too late: the Julia Child Rule is now family law, engraved on those stone tablets we keep in the junk drawer along with all the essential elements of family life like old receipts, take-out menus, opened boxes of birthday candles, knobs we really are going to put back onto the cabinet someday, and empty rolls of scotch tape.
We call that the five second rule, and I have dropped at least one turkey in my lifetime!
Norman Rockwell.
You did such a nice job of not incriminating the guilty party!
We use the six second rule – sometimes you need that extra second! π
Beautiful family. π