So you volunteered to host Christmas dinner this year. How adorable. You’re about to discover that roasting a turkey can feel like a NASA mission. The veggies are either still frozen or have mutated into mush, and the gravy suspiciously resembles concrete mix.
Your kitchen will become a crime scene of flour explosions, shattered measuring cups, and that weird smell you hope isn’t coming from the oven. Meanwhile, someone casually mentions they’re now gluten-free, dairy-free, and only eat ethically massaged kale.
But hey, think of the stories! Next year, when someone else volunteers and you gleefully toss them the oven mitts, you can regale everyone with the tale of “The Great Lumpy Gravy Debacle of 2024.”