{"id":6328,"date":"2024-12-02T22:25:41","date_gmt":"2024-12-02T22:25:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/?p=6328"},"modified":"2024-12-02T22:25:41","modified_gmt":"2024-12-02T22:25:41","slug":"my-husband-cooked-the-turkey-this-year","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/my-husband-cooked-the-turkey-this-year\/","title":{"rendered":"My husband cooked the turkey this year"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>This Thanksgiving was a bit different, not only because my husband cooked the turkey for a change \u2013 which I obviously thought was a bad idea in the first place \u2013 but also because it left a bitter feeling that I still cannot get rid of even though a few days have passed.\n\n\n\n</p><p>It\u2019s not that I am a magician in the kitchen, but the Thanksgiving turkey has always been my pride and joy. I even get compliments for the way I prepare it from my mother-in-law, Patricia, who can be quite judgmental at times.\n\n\n\n</p><p>This year, however, my husband insisted on taking care of the turkey, claiming he had a secret recipe we\u2019ll all love.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I was doubtful, but knowing that he is the type of person who wants to show off, I decided to trust him.\n\n\n\n</p><p>When his mother he would be breaking the tradition of me cooking the turkey, Jake said he had everything under control and that we should trust him.\n\n\n\n</p><p>On Thanksgiving Eve, the entire family gathered at our place and we were all eager to try Jake\u2019s turkey. When he took it out of the oven, it smells nicely and looked perfectly cooked \u2013 until it wasn\u2019t.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The moment I tasted it, I yelled, \u201cJack, what\u2019s this?\u201d His mom, who was sitting next to me, had already spit hers in a napkin.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/boreddaddy.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/4b61609421fa27a57fcd0e3402c3d1ba5516f9042d81abd502ed789b1e908819.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' class='\"wp-image-68975\"\/'><figcaption class='\"wp-element-caption\"'>Midjourney\n\n\n\n<p>The taste was awful. It was as though someone had dipped the entire turkey in a melted chocolate.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Confused and embarrassed, Jake said, \u201cBut\u2026but I though you\u2019d like it. It\u2019s unique, it\u2019s different.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>When he explained that his secret recipe included brown sugar, maple syrup, and marshmallow fluff, I knew that my husband cooking the turkey was the worse idea ever.\n\n\n\n</p><h2 class='\"wp-block-heading\"'>He started apologizing, and although we were a bit mad, we eventually laughed about the entire experience.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/boreddaddy.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/3071fe187555fb470f30968b1f5088598a3ddd6e13091c7f4bd2773e53894c82.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' class='\"wp-image-68976\"\/'><figcaption class='\"wp-element-caption\"'>Midjourney\n\n\n\n<p>After dinner was over, I took a piece of pumpkin pie with some whipped cream on, trying to cheer Jake up. He was still very disappointed over the fiasco with the turkey, and I didn\u2019t want him to feel bad, especially because I knew how much it meant to him to prepare something nice for his family.\n\n\n\n</p><p>But everything changed when I noticed a crumbled piece of paper in the trash. I got curious and looked closer when I noticed a familiar name written on it.&nbsp;<em>Sarah!&nbsp;It was Jake\u2019s ex-wife.\n\n\n\n<p>My heart skipped a bit. Could he really think asking her for advice on how to cook a turkey was a good idea?\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/boreddaddy.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/8b44829062bd9692df8019722c4b16d027c637ac1eee5d8e73c4df1f9506b7a5.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' class='\"wp-image-68977\"\/'><figcaption class='\"wp-element-caption\"'>Midjourney\n\n\n\n<p>I got really mad and I confronted him right there and then. \u201cJake, was it Sarah, your ex, that you turned to for a recipe?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>He looked at me in confusion, aware he made a mistake. \u201cJust so you know, she sabotaged you and made you a fool,\u201d I said\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cHoney, I am so sorry, I just wanted everything to be perfect, and you know, Sarah used to work for a catering service, so I thought\u2026\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><h2 class='\"wp-block-heading\"'>I stopped him before he finished his sentence because I didn\u2019t want to listen to his lame excuses.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/boreddaddy.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/12%5C/3d6af0d15515c5cfd3a9a2c7bf18ee2b639e043d60d010642baa31d0b30d34d2.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' class='\"wp-image-68978\"\/'><figcaption class='\"wp-element-caption\"'>Midjourney\n\n\n\n<p>The following morning, I spoke to Jake\u2019s mom and told her everything. As she took a sip from her glass of wine, she said that her son could be foolish at times. She tried to convince me that Jake adored me and wanted to impress me with the turkey and that\u2019s why he turned to the only other woman he knew well.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I knew Sarah cheated on him and broke his heart, so the thought of him asking her for advice was something I couldn\u2019t get over.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Despite everything, I\u2019m still with Jake, but I can\u2019t shake the feeling that something shifted this Thanksgiving.<img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/go.ezodn.com%5C/utilcave_com%5C/ezoicbwa.png%5C%22" alt='\"Ezoic\"'>\n\n\n\n</p><p>Who knew that when my husband cooked the turkey, my image of my ideal marriage would crumble?\n\n\n\n</p><p>Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><div class='\"mh-excerpt\"'><p>This Thanksgiving was a bit different, not only because my husband cooked the turkey for a change \u2013 which I obviously thought was a bad <a class='\"mh-excerpt-more\"' href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/runeecho.com%5C/my-husband-cooked-the-turkey-this-year%5C/%5C%22" title='\"My' husband cooked the turkey this year>[&hellip;]\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6328"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6328"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6329,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6328\/revisions\/6329"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6328"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}</a></p></div></figcaption></figure></h2></figcaption></figure></p></em></p></figcaption></figure></h2></figcaption></figure></p>