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1) Considering average family size, you’d probably never guess that I’m number nine of ten children. But I grew up with seven brothers and two sisters in a three-bedroom house with one bathroom. Maybe that’s why as a child I daydreamed of living alone in a chicken coop in the backyard. Not the one with the chickens in it. No, my chicken coop was decked out—and clean. In my fantasy, my parents brought me meals and none of my siblings entered unless I invited them. I'd feel guilty admitting this publicly if I wasn't sure some of them had wished I lived in the chicken coop too.
2) If you heard me attempt to speak Spanish, you’d probably never guess that I’ve been studying it. Babbel divides its lessons into newcomer, beginner, intermediate and so on. And I’m still a newcomer. In other words I’ve been studying a full year, and I’m not even a beginner yet. Soy muy lenta. I am slow.
3) One look at my noodle arms and you’d never guess that I lift weights. Of course when I say weights, I mean wienie weights. I’ve managed to stay at it for many years because I’ve tied it to another of my obsessions: watching mysteries. If my TV quit working, I’m not sure I’d keep it up. As it is, I look forward to it.
4) There’s no scar to prove it, so you’d never guess that I once sewed my thumb with a sewing machine. I did a lot of sewing when I was young, but that has a way of making you look for other hobbies. Maybe that’s why I started writing. It’s safer.
5) I’ve taken dance classes with my husband but you’d never guess it from watching us dance. WE love it though and it’s so romantic. You’ll often see me whispering sweet nothings into his ear as we dance. Something like, “one, two, three, one, two, three,” and “slide, step, step.” That sort of thing.
Christmas comes but once a year; chaos never ends! Happy Halloween, merry Christmas and joyful Lumpy Rug Day. That’s real, by the way. Lumpy Rug Day is celebrated every May 3, though “celebrated” might be too strong a word. It’s the American way to create a celebration for everything, then turn it into a chore or worse, a nightmare. ’Tis the Season to Feel Inadequate is a collection of humorous essays about how we let our expectations steal the joy out of Christmas and other holidays and special events. It’s understanding for those who think Christmas form letters can be honest—or they can be interesting. And it’s empathy for anyone who’s ever gotten poison ivy during Nude Recreation Week or eaten all their Halloween candy and had to hand out instant oatmeal packets to their trick-or-treaters.
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Excerpt from Essay: Cooks in Crisis
Every year while I prepare our Thanksgiving meal, such as it is, I tune into the annual live call-in show, Turkey Confidential, on National Public Radio. Food experts talk turkey about all sorts of dishes I’d love to gobble up.
And on the biggest cooking day of the year, Turkey Confidential guests come to the rescue of cooks in crisis across America. I’ve never had the nerve to call them myself, though I’ve had my share of cooking crises, and not just on Thanksgiving. But there are a few calls I could have made over the many years I’ve listened to the show.
1. Help! My goose is cooked but my turkey isn’t. I told my guests we’d eat at noon. Then I told them one. It’s now two. The relish tray is empty and someone sampled the pumpkin pie, but the turkey juices are far from clear and the little pop-up thingie shows no sign of popping up. Opening the oven every five minutes to check probably isn’t helping.
I should have seen this coming. Our turkey wasn’t quite thawed even after it sat in our fridge for four days, maybe because our refrigerator runs a little cold. That usually isn’t a problem since I mostly just use it to make ice cubes.
If that weren’t bad enough, our oven has been running a little cold too, maybe out of sympathy for the refrigerator.
My question is, should I go ahead and serve my guests leftover tuna casserole now and have the turkey as a bedtime snack? A lot of people sleep after Thanksgiving dinner anyway.
About the Author Dorothy Rosby is an author humor columnist whose work regularly appears in publications throughout the West and Midwest. Her humor writing has been recognized by the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, the National Federation of Press Women and the South Dakota Newspaper Association. In 2022 she was named the global winner in the Erma Bombeck Writers Competition in the humor writing category. She’s the author of four books of humorous essays.
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