True True

In grammar school we had, in addition to our spelling sentences and vocabulary lessons, the "daily edit." Our teacher would write a sentence on the board and it was our job to make it grammatically correct.

I remember this sentence clearly:

We's thankFul Four a for day WeekENd.

Which translated to:

We are thankful for a four day weekend.


Yes, ma'am we are.

My Little Town

There's something very nice about coming home for the holidays.

You get to see everyone, catchup on all the gossip. Generally have a good time.

Even better is that you get to leave, and go back to your real life.

And for this I am grateful.

Thanksgiving Feast

Good food
Good meat
Good God
Let's Eat!

Stuffing

Last night I made my first attempt at stuffing. Or dressing, really. Seeing as how I didn't stuff it into anything except my mouth.

It was...not bad. Though, how can bread, sausage, butter, onions, celery and spices be bad? Still, my technique could use some improvement and I win no points for execution. So you know what they say, if at first you don't succeed, perseverate. Or, in my case, try it again the next night.

So, tonight I try it again. This time sans sausage. Perhaps even sans culottes!

Family Dinner

Mom: Well, B can't come on Thursday. He has to work. He's going to miss dinner.

Me: (singing) Some guys have all the luck


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Later,

Me: So for "real" Thanksgiving, our Thanksgiving, I'm making brussel sprouts with bacon

Mom: Portion for one?

Me: Funny thing, no matter how much I make, brussel spouts with bacon always feeds one exactly.