An Interminable Wait
Is there anything more agonizing than the wait for Thanksgiving dinner to start? Picture the scene: the house has been smelling like absolute heaven since 9:00 this morning. Guests are slowly arriving with even more dishes, adding to the general magical aroma. The meal is supposed to start at 1:00.
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But wait, what’s this? The turkey has been in the oven for the recommended amount of time, but for some inexplicable reason—I’m telling you, no one knows how to roast a turkey—the middle of it is still a block of ice, and you’re not going to be able to eat for another two hours. It’s the most heartbreaking news you can get about a turkey, I imagine.