By Colin Kearns
Tomorrow I’ll do a lot of things. I’ll cook, snack on homemade party mix, and watch football. I’ll drink beer, sneak in a nap if I’m lucky, and feast on turkey and potatoes and all the good stuff that comes with Thanksgiving. I’ll turn on a holiday movie, eat pie, and play a board game. I might smoke a cigar. I’ll probably have more pie. And I’ll definitely do the dishes, gladly.
Before I make myself out to be a some kitchen martyr—the patron saint of dish soap and sponges—I should point out that there won’t be a ton to clean up because there’ll only be four of us at Thanksgiving: my fiancée, her sister and her boyfriend, and me. As long as we clean up throughout the day as we cook, it should be a pretty simple chore at the end of the meal, which is more than I can say about the inevitable post-meal mess at my Mom’s house back home in St. Louis.