"So this is a cook off for the inheritance? Is that what you're saying?"
Grandma was dead, and now her will stipulated that whoever won this, won everything. Including the responsibility of cooking Thanksgiving Dinner every year. For the whole family. And all relatives. And covering all expenses. Using Grandma’s recipes. Which were all out of bad magazines from the 1950s.
“Yes. You against your sister, Mary. Best dish prepared in one hour wins.”
I went into the kitchen and grabbed ingredients. Peanut butter, limburger cheese, sardines, ketchup, a jar of Vegemite.
What of it? Money'd be nice, but I don't wanna cook for these jerks every Thanksgiving.
(Errrr...I screwed up my link to this post from Jenny's blog. Sorry, folks!)