Bird Stuffed

and in oven. Smells good.

The stuffing, at the very least, should be interesting. My mom's recipe uses one or two eggs (depending on whether you're making a *batch* or a *mountain*) and MIL's doesn't.

My Sweetie and I had this conversation:

Sweetie: Whatcha doin?

Mumple: Getting eggs out to make the stuffing.

S: There are no eggs in stuffing.

M: Yes, there is.

S: Nyuh uh.

M: Anh huh.

S: Nyuh uh.

M: Anh huh.

S: Nyuh uh.

M: Anh huh.

S: Nyuh uh.

M: Anh huh.

S: Nyuh uh.

M: Anh huh.

S: Nyuh uh.

M: Anh huh. I'll call my mother.

S: Whose stuffing is better?

M: I'll call your mother.

So, call MIL I did.

Don't get me wrong--I love stuffing, and I love my mother's stuffing. BUT in a few cases, I have to concede that MIL's recipes are better than my mother's (or mine, for that matter). And neither my mother or I are slouches when it comes to cooking.

So, turkey will be served at 3pm. Pie at 3:05pm.