“Oh no!” cried Amber.  The timer had been going off for a few minutes, but she didn’t hear it.  She was so busy with setting up all the harvest-themed décor she bought that she was out of earshot of the ringing timer.  She quickly put on her oven mitts and ripped the turkey out of the oven.  “Crap!” she said to herself.  The turkey wasn’t burnt, but definitely overcooked.  There was nothing that could be done, she thought to herself, she would have to compensate with more gravy.  This was going to be a dry bird.

Amber wasn’t a great cook at the best of times.  She could cook simple things, but that was basically the extent of her skills.  This would be the first time she cooked a whole Thanksgiving meal by herself, in a...

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