Hi Carrie Rene!
Ever wonder how Lois was going to make everything for dinner?
Nope. Well, the “wondering” part. Considered various options during fanfic-plot-bunny discussions, oh sure.
With one little oven, how did she get everything done in time?
Well, we have time travelers, 5th-dimensional Imps, and more cloning attempts than perhaps even bank robberies, so…some sort of molecular reconstruction?
“Turkey is in the oven,” Lois said to herself as she closed the oven. Looking around her small kitchen, she realized she still had tons to do. The turkey would take hours.
Did she unwrap it?
LOIS: Of course I pulled the price tag with the cooking instructions off the cellophane wrap. What sort of nit-wit do you take me for?
Luckily she had been able to find a cookbook at the local bookstore with an easy pie recipe.
Don’t they have those printed on the backside of the pie-mix boxes?
LOIS: Wait…what?
“How hard could this be?” she mumbled. She was going all out for this dinner so she decided to attempt a homemade pie crust.
Getting a nice, crunchy brown crust shouldn’t be too difficult in the oven.
She tried to move the dough together, but it kept sticking to the counter.
Flour?
She read the recipe over again and realized she needed to flour the counter.
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Lois had found a roller in her kitchen in one of the drawers, not sure where it had come from.
Garage sale. She thought it would make a great weapon.
As soon as Lois put the dough in the pan, she realized this was going to be harder than she thought.
The finished pie, huh?
She did the calculations in her head. If the turkey was set at 325 and the pie needed to be at 425, maybe she could put the pie in at 325 and bake it longer. Yup, that is what she would do.
Yah…nope.
The non-cook had the whole rest of an entire Christmas dinner she had to cook.
Lois was going to make a spectacular dinner even if it was cooked by someone else.
Dialing is making, isn’t it?
She wasn’t sure if anyone would even come, but she decided she deserved a perfect Christmas dinner, even if she didn’t have anyone to share it with.
Aww…and who would have thought that Clark’s star-present would be the most homemade thing at that Christmas dinner
Really funny fuzzy Lois you did there. I kind of felt like she got worse and worse with each passing dish
Michael
