Amy and are I having Thanksgiving dinner together in our apartment this year. She’s making (off the top of my head; there’s probably something I’m forgetting) Cornish game hens, sweet potatoes, green beans, stuffing, cheese and sausage appetizers, and an apple cranberry crisp. I’m making mashed potatoes.
  Amy is by far the more accomplished domestic half of this relationship. She knows how to sew things, and clean things, and she has a knack for decorating that I couldn’t aspire to after a 72-hour Trading Spaces marathon. In the culinary arena, however, she runs rings around me that would impress the Iron Chef judges.
  I’ve admitted before to a distinct lack of cooking acumen. I can follow a recipe with a map and a tour guide, but Amy has mad kitchen skillz. She collects cookbooks, buys spices and, when she’s feeling saucy (bad pun intended), she’ll just take ingredients that I would eat by themselves and combine them to make something more fabulous than the yum of its parts.
  I feel like I should be contributing more to our first big home holiday, but the truth is I’m kind of intimidated by her calm, composed intention to charge headlong into this most formidable of special occasion meals. For someone from the “what can I microwave?” school of culinary arts, Thanksgiving is the 800-pound gorilla of dinners. I wouldn’t know where to begin; she’s got it all under control. I’m going to hang around in the kitchen on Thursday morning and try to get her to assign me simple tasks, so that hopefully I can contribute more to the meal than my (admittedly impressive) talent for mashing helpless tubers. In any case, those spuds are going to a very bad place, my friends. If they’re all I can bring to the table (again with the puns!), I’m going to mash ‘em like no potatoes have ever been mashed.
  Maybe I’ll try some of those spices.

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