Echolls Family Christmas 2006
Trina has decided, in that way Trina decides things, that she's going to have a nice, happy, normal family Christmas. The fact that she has no nice, happy, normal family at any other time of the year does not deter her. She's going to have family and carols and cook food and there's going to be a Christmas like you have in the movies, not one like you have in the movie business. Which is why Logan has been Summoned for a holiday meal.
Chad has gone to pick up his grandmother, arriving at LAX late due to delays in Denver, and Mary will be along later. And Trina is cooking. A proper Christmas dinner with all the trimmings, all of which she is fixing herself.
OK, so she bought the rolls and the rum cake, because she doesn't bake, but she's making everything else. She bought fresh asparagus (which has now been boiling on the stove for two hours). She bought baking potatoes, wrapped in foild and ready for the microwave. And she has a twenty-two pound turkey. She pulled it out of the freezer midmorning, and as she has not has time to thaw it, she's just dumped dry stuffing in on top of giblets packet, flung it in the oven, and turned the oven up as high as it would go (self-cleaning).
Most importantly, she has a case of a very nice pinot gris, which she has already opened and started in on.
Now she's lighting the candles on the mantle, and humming (badly) along to the Pretentious Umlaüts' mostly forgotten and utterly forgettable album Home for Christmäs.
Chad has gone to pick up his grandmother, arriving at LAX late due to delays in Denver, and Mary will be along later. And Trina is cooking. A proper Christmas dinner with all the trimmings, all of which she is fixing herself.
OK, so she bought the rolls and the rum cake, because she doesn't bake, but she's making everything else. She bought fresh asparagus (which has now been boiling on the stove for two hours). She bought baking potatoes, wrapped in foild and ready for the microwave. And she has a twenty-two pound turkey. She pulled it out of the freezer midmorning, and as she has not has time to thaw it, she's just dumped dry stuffing in on top of giblets packet, flung it in the oven, and turned the oven up as high as it would go (self-cleaning).
Most importantly, she has a case of a very nice pinot gris, which she has already opened and started in on.
Now she's lighting the candles on the mantle, and humming (badly) along to the Pretentious Umlaüts' mostly forgotten and utterly forgettable album Home for Christmäs.