
Woo hoo, Thanksgiving in February. Is that a thing in which Crazy Eddie would have capitalized?
Thanksgiving in February!!!
Apparently, Thanksgiving was Carrie’s Mom’s favorite holiday, and she always made the holiday perfect with her amazing recipes. Whoa, whoa, whoa, I am, instantaneously, calling BS on this. No human (and by human, I mean woman) who cooks the entire Thanksgiving meal on their own actually ENJOYS Thanksgiving. I’m sorry, it is not possible. I am a CHEF and I hate Thanksgiving with a passion, and here is why: It’s a day of nothing but endless work for me. The men in the family, forget they have arms, and their eyeballs are glued to the TV. My sister, who was always super-helpful, now has two little kids to chase after because… the men in the family forget they have arms. So it’s all me. I even had a meltdown two years ago because everyone was being useless. This past year my father waited until he heard the last dish being put away before he will poked his head in to see if he could help…he wanted to get credit for helping without actually having to help.
Ok, back to Carrie…She is making out with George in Central Park.
Tonsil Hockey
As they are making out, Carrie is wondering if she should make cranberry sauce? George is like- whatever, just stop talking. She is distracted by Thanksgiving. Well… honestly, I am- constantly- distracted by tacos so I can relate. George would love to see Carrie in a “sexy apron.” He mentions he has never dated anyone who cooked anything before. Was that the single most douchey thing ever uttered? Carrie says, in truth, her Grandma will be doing the bulk of the cooking- she will, merely, be taking credit.
George says “You will be her sous chef?”
Carrie says “Her name is Helen.”
George replies “Not ‘Sue’ S-U-E.”
Why do they make Carrie so clueless? She lives in Connecticut- within a stones throw to NYC- it’s not like she’s a hoodrat from a back-hoods mountain town and drinks NeHi.

In the hallway at school, Mouse wonders if she will have to see Super Vixen Donna LaDonna and Sebastian spending Thanksgiving together at the club. Carrie tells them Sebastian is spending the holiday with his Mom- the one that ran away with the tennis pro. This reeks of Kelly Taylor attempting to spend every holiday with her Dad and he never shows up. Nevertheless, Carrie thinks it’s nice that Sebastian will spend the holiday with family. Mags will be spending Thanksgiving with Walt’s uptight family. The girls are surprised that Carrie is cooking- because she is a terrible cook, she burns microwave nachos.
Later, Carrie comes home after fighting the crowds at the grocery store.
Two bags?!?! WTF?
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my gripe about this whole shebang is in regard to the recipe cards – who writes with a felt-tipped pen???
I’m confused by the two Mr. Bigs.
What is it with Thanksgiving? We had 4 sudden deaths in my family in a 15 year span, all during the month of November. I finally declared my entire life to be a Thanksgiving-free zone because it was simultaneously too depressing and too stressful. .I stay home, wear pajamas and eat ice cream out of the carton.
I am Thankful for Ben & Jerry’s.
@Clair, actually my home ec teacher in high school used a Sharpie-type pen to write recipe cards.
@MisRed, I was also 8 in 1983 and couldn’t have told you who Shaun Cassidy was. However my friend who is 8 years older than me(us) had a Shaun Cassidy pillowcase that she slept on until college. I guess he had some hardcore fans?
@Clair- Good point.
@Labowner- I have a feeling we will have multiple Mr. Bigs an Aidan or two and god only knows what else…
@TurtleGirl93- I was 8 in 1978 #misredisancient. Shaun Cassidy had a fast rise and as fast fade, so I’m not surprised the only reference you had was The Shaun Cassidy pillowcase. Sadly, I believe my sister had one too- but I think it was homemade!!!
does ANYONE like thanksgiving? it seriously sucks. i’ve only lived in the u.s. since i was 12, and was happy we didn’t do thanksgiving … until i was about 17, when my parents decided to throw in the towel and do it since everyone else was and there was nothing else to do. i beg to differ, though. watching horror movies and eating take-out is better than the usual disaster and stress-fest thanksgiving is. why, parents, couldn’t you spare me until i started dating an american-born dude whom i am now married to, and thus am forever stuck with this holiday?
carrie is so annoying, always trying to tell on dorrit for things. and i’m the OLDER sister, whom i think is usually the one supposed to be trying to get her sister in trouble, but it was the opposite in my family. my sister was the rat and i still hate tattlers. on the other hand, is dad smell-blind? because not only would you be able to smell it on her clothes and hair after she smoked outside, but then she brought it INSIDE. my parents would complain about me burning INCENSE. with the windows open.
i have no idea who shaun cassidy is, but based on your description of his popularity having peaked in the 1970s, i think maybe that was the point — she was an even bigger loser for still having an autographed picture of her childhood idol. it’s like if some little kid is in love with justin bieber right now and when they’re 15 in 8 years they still have their framed, autographed picture in their room. at least that’s what i’m assuming was going on.
Shaun Cassidy is now behind the scenes. He basically discovered Heath Ledger in the show he created, ROAR. He is a writer and producer, now.
I loved the Jake Ryan reference.
Again, I really want to like this show, but I just don’t. I know its TV, and a certain amount of disbelief must be suspended, but its just too much. I think a cancellation is coming!