Math is a foreign concept to me. I mean, I know what math is and I know the basics, but beyond that….
As in, I’m not sure how I made it through statistics, trigonometry, advanced algebra, or calculus with As. Or how I held down a job in television where research and statistics were what I did on a full time basis.
Oh wait. Yes I do. I had super easy math teachers, great tutors, and the job? There are computer programs to actually, you know, do the math.
Case in point. I am working on a sewing project that required 48 4″x4″ squares of felt and I wanted three different colors.
In my head, that was ALOT of fabric.
As it turns out, the THREE yards of felt will make about 40 of this project. Which I learned after I cut them all out and then realized I simply needed 2 sq. feet of each color.
I have no business doing math.
How math ties in with Thanksgiving?
Well, I don’t exactly know how much to cook for 16 people. Because servings sizes listed on the back of things?
They aren’t right.
For example, on the back of the Kroger brand sour cream and onion chips (the best chips. ever.) it says there are eleven servings in the bag which is a down right LIE!
There are two.
And so, because I am afraid there won’t be enough, I cook way more than I probably need to.
The list from the other day has grown… to now include Deviled Eggs (thanks to Julie because my kids read her comment and asked for those), a cheese tray (because there was some left over from the tray I made for church), pimento cheese (because I love Thing 1, 4, and the hubs) and brie.
(Is it brie or a brie? I don’t know. Never heard of it until my sophisticated friend who’s into wine and hummus and stuff told me about it. It sounded good. I thought we’d need an appetizer – because clearly we don’t have enough food already – and so, after asking her where I even find brie in the grocery store, we’ll be having that tomorrow as well.)
Turns out the hubs knew what brie was. So, I’m thinking since he knows what brie is and what a galette is — that he’s not the redneck he thinks he is.
Or, maybe I’m not as classy as I thought I was.
Here’s what I do know.
No one should be hungry at the house of Chaos tomorrow. (Should being the operative word – and if they are? There’s no blame on me.)
Until next time….