My daughter, Stephanie,  prepared the entire Christmas eve dinner tonight, and I couldn’t be more pleased and proud. The dinner was delicious, no need for dessert, at all. We had cornish game hen, which, are young chickens, which apparently have their life taken at an early age so that we might have our own individual mini-turkey dinner [except its chicken].

Along with the chicken, she made mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, candied yams, stuffing [bread salad, as the kids refer to it] and biscuits. It was all, as I said, delicious. Any women’s-libbers, man-haters and femi-nazis, may now stop reading. What I am about to say may offend you, not that I care. Men are blessed by having women in the family that can cook. Few women take the time to do that these days. Many are upset that they are expected to take this role. Actually, most of us men gave up on this possibility a long time ago. So, when women do prepare a wonderful meal like this, we are very grateful. I am.

I am also in awe of how they do this. It is a skill. They follow directions, recipes, and may even know how to make these dishes by heart. Stephanie cooked this meal all by herself. It took hours. Hours spent preparing vegetables, timing the cooking of each item, and keeping it all warm and together, so that it could all be ready and served at the appointed time. I am sure she was glad there was not another woman in the kitchen, though that might have taken the load off her.

After dinner, she was exhausted, understandably so. Women that put that kind of effort into holiday meals, deserve special recognition. If you are having a special holiday meal, be sure to thank the cook. She spent all that time, on her feet, in a hot kitchen, and probably worried that it might not all go according to her plan. In this case, everything was great.

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