Friday, November 28, 2008

Surviving Dinner

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The bird was beautiful. The farm produces a turkey that's practically 25 pounds of breast meat alone. Every year when I stuff one, it amazes me that there's almost no body cavity. I end up stuffing what I can into the main section, between the drumsticks, and in the neck. As unglorious as it sounds, the bird often looks like it's oozing bread dressing.

I wonder how these birds survive, since there's apparently no room for innards. Gives new meaning to wearing one's heart on one's sleeve. Or in this case, a wing. How do they move, being so top heavy? Are they fitted with little skateboards to get around on? Maybe a jet pack?

Ah well......no matter. It was delicious.

We've hosted Thanksgiving dinner for 8 years now, and look forward to it every year. It's so lovely spending the day with family and friends. It's been an extremely successful endeavor for the better part of a decade now. I should have known our luck would eventually run out.

This article from Slate would've been useful before serving the food.

I am thankful the dinner remained on the table and made it's way to our tummies, instead of decorating the walls or guests.

I am thankful there's an acre of land between our house and the neighbors; putting them out of earshot.

I am thankful no one had a heart attack or stroke.

I am thankful for wine and pie. And wine.

I am thankful there's always next year.

4 comments:

shasha said...

Ah, lovely family gatherings.

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but can not pick your friend's nose.

Oops, sorry, all I meant to say was that you can not pick your family.

I told my husband about your family fiasco and he said it sounds more interesting than the "is the orb in the photo an angel" discussion we had during our turkey dinner... So Lisa describes a photo she took in her new house, and in the photo, there is this odd spot of circular light, an orb... After dinner I saw the photo and it was a pretty cool orb. Very interesting.

But here is the weird thing, my Mother is convinced the orb must be an angel. Why an angel would ever hang out in Lisa's family room, by the fireplace, I'm not sure?

But what else can you expect from a women who believed in St. Nick until the 6th grade. And cried and cried and cried when told.

I believe, I believe, I believe.

Feathers tucked and onward to the next part of the holiday season.

Ruth said...

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Jen said...

Hey Shasha,
At least your family didn't talk politics :) The orb sounds pretty interesting....you need to tell me more about that one!

Jen said...

Ruth,

Thanks so much for visiting and commenting! Hopefully I can continue to keep everyone interested.

I need more family debaucles :)