And then having consumed their Christmas eve dinners the menfolk laughed and followed the example set by Davy Crockett when he famously proclaimed,
Well not quite, but that is nearly what he said.
And the woman reflected that while they reveled at the game, she would indeed spend the balance of her evening in cooking hell.
She put on her rooster festooned apron and rolled up her sleeves and set to work. Now it so happens that the favorite holiday preparation of this particular woman was the making of fresh cranberry sauce. So she thought it a good place to begin.
She boiled water, sugar, orange juice, and added the cranberries, those edible rubies of the holiday table. And as they bubbled and transformed, the kitchen filled with scent and the woman began to perform kitchen alchemy as her mother and grandmother had done before her and generations of women before them. And she found in her heart that it was after all an enviable thing to be able to do.
That was not to say she would not welcome dishwashers upon the morrow.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays dear ones. God bless us, every one!
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