Hi! I'm Morgan and the 1990s sitcom Friends is my love language.
And it's not just me. My husband can recite it like a pro. And so can his sister. And his mom talks about the characters like extended family. Like, when we're all together we basically just speak in Friends references.
So, this Thanksgiving, I offered to make dessert. And then I served *Rachel's Thanksgiving Trifle* to my unwitting family.
It wasn't easy, guys. These people are Friends savants. I knew the moment I mentioned the word trifle they'd be on to me faster than you can say "we were on a break."
But I was determined to pull this off. I used extra layers to buffer the beef, hoping to hide it while serving. Also, I didn't use a clear trifle dish. We were going for maximum prankage here, people, not aesthetic accuracy.
Honestly, so much yummy stuff went into it, I was actually kind of bummed knowing I'd put meat and vegetables in there.
The scene was set.
I served my trifle.
And beef and peas immediately started pouring out everywhere. Peas were rolling across the table. There was no hiding anything. Look at me frantically sculpting that thing to keep the mystery alive.
My sister-in-law who had a full view of the collapsing meat-dessert enthusiastically cracked up.
And without missing a beat, my mother-in-law, in her very best Phoebe, asked "Is there gluten in that? Oooooh, too bad!"
I'd be lying if I said we didn't essentially act out the entire scene like a bunch of nerds. Except for one thing...
We ate it. Like, on purpose.
My husband declared that it did not taste "like feet" as Ross alleges, and the took a bite out of this flip flop to prove it.
My sister-in-law was surprised to find herself a fan. She, like me, didn't let a single lady finger go to waste.
My father-in-law actually cleaned his plate. He was not against a little sautéed beef in his dessert.
