YA READY FOR YOUR TURKEY DINNER?

Why don't people respect yams more? Like, treat them respectfully and don't cover them in Kraft marshmallows. Can't they exist on a savory plane instead of sweet?

Friday - Fancy Turkey day turkey dinner at her dad's :-/

Saturday - My family comes over for roast beast dinner.

Three Thanksgiving dinners and only one of them is turkey! Yay! (Last year we fled to Paris and had goose.) By the time Monday rolls around, however, I will be quite fat, I'm sure.

The pilgrims ate venison though, so it's kind of unfeasible.

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Andy, I only like savory yams and sweet potatoes, and even then, not much.

Yes, I am still vegan, but I cheat when spinach lasagna is involved. (See also: cookies, birthday cake, raw eggs in a blender when I'm training to whoop Apollo Creed's ass, the hearts of my enemies, etc.)

SO I just went to Trader Joe's and bought (for t-giving): smoked salmon, smoked trout, muenster and gouda, crackers, olives, and six bottles of wine, including a nice French rose. I don't think the miserable pilgrims had access to Trader Joe's.

Yeah, I guess it could be. The only time I've had venison is when my dad used to go bow hunting and would sometimes bag a deer, so I just don't anticipate getting venison anytime soon.

I'm a Bad American - this pretty much sums it up for me. I like big trucks, big boats, big houses, and naturally, pretty women.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some midlevel governmental functionary with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts squirting out babies.

I don't care about appearing compassionate.

I think playing with toy guns doesn't make you a killer. I believe ignoring your kids and giving them Prozac might.

I think I'm doing better than the homeless.

I don't think being a minority makes you noble or victimized. I have the right not to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird or make me mad.

This is my life to live, and not necessarily up to others expectations.

I know what SEX is and there are not varying degrees of it.

I don't celebrate Kwanzaa. But if you want to that's fine; I just don't feel like everyone else should have to.

I believe that if you are selling me a Dairy Queen shake, a pack of cigarettes, or hotel room you do it in English. As of matter of fact, if you are an American citizen you should speak English. My uncles and forefathers shouldn't have had to die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come disrespect ours, and make us bend to your will.

Get over it.

I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry butt if you're running from them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word 'freeze' or 'stop' in English, see the previous line.

I don't use the excuse "it's for the children" as a shield for unpopular opinions or actions.

I know how to count votes and I feel much safer letting a machine with no political affiliation do a recount when needed. I know what the definition of lying is, and it isn't based on the word "is" -ever.

I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you qualify for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans, etc., so you can open a hotel, 7-Eleven, trinket shop, or any thing else, while the indigenous peoples can't get past a high school education because they can't afford it. I didn't take the initiative in inventing the Internet.

I thought the Taco Bell dog was funny.

I want them to bring back safe and sane fireworks.

I believe no one ever died because of something Ozzy Osbourne, Ice-T or Marilyn Manson sang, but that doesn't mean I want to listen to that crap from someone else's car when I'm stopped at a red light. But I respect your right to.

I think that being a student doesn't give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster or Jack In The Box.

I don't want to eat or drink anything with the words light, lite or fat-free on the package.

Our soldiers did not go to some foreign country and risk their lives in vain and defend our Constitution so that decades later you can tell me it's a living document ever changing and is open to interpretation. The guys who wrote it were light years ahead of anyone today, and they meant what they said - now leave the document alone, or there's going to be trouble.

I don't hate the rich. I help the poor. I know wrestling is fake.

I've never owned, or was a slave, and a large percentage of our forefathers weren't wealthy enough to own one either. Please stop blaming me because some prior white people were idiots - and remember, tons of white, Indian, Chinese, and other races have been enslaved too - it was wrong for every one of them.

I believe a self-righteous liberal Democrat with a cause is more dangerous than a Hell's Angel with an attitude.

I want to know exactly which church is it where the "Reverend" Jessie Jackson preaches; and, what exactly is his job function.

I own a gun, you can own a gun, and any red blooded American should be allowed to own a gun, but if you use it in a crime, then you will serve the time.

I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it makes you mad, then invent the next operating system that's better and put your name on the building. Ask your buddy that invented the Internet to help you.

I don't believe in hate crime legislation. Even suggesting it makes me mad. You're telling me that someone who is a minority, gay, disabled, another nationality, or otherwise different from the mainstream of this country has more value as a human being that I do as a white male.

If someone kills anyone, I'd say that it's a hate crime. We don't need more laws! Let's enforce the ones we already have.

I think turkey bacon, turkey beef, turkey fake anything sucks.

I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child. It takes a parent with the guts to stand up to the kid and spank his butt and say "NO!" when it's necessary to do so.

I'll admit that the only movie that ever made me cry was Ole Yeller.

I didn't realize Dr. Seuss was a genius until I had a kid.

I will not be frowned upon or be looked down upon or be made to keep silent because I have these beliefs and opinions. I thought this country allowed me that right.

I will not conform or compromise just to keep from hurting somebody's feelings.

I'm neither angry nor disenfranchised, no matter how desperately the mainstream media would like the world to believe otherwise.

Yes, I guess by some people's definition, I may be a bad American.

But that's tough.

Ted Nugent

http://www.thejump.net/humor/deer-thief.jpg

car + deer = you're fucked.

Miss Misery - have you seen the movie Straight Story?

PILGRIM & INDIAN GAY LUV!!

Okay, I typed in fucking 'cornucopia' and this is what I got... WTF?

Apple sausage stuffing
Sherry-soaked cranberry sauce

Did anyone else see that the creator of Stove Top stuffing just died? Perfect timing (as far as deaths go).

Also, for a chance of pace, one might try deep frying the turkey. I know several folks who swear by it (though I have no idea what they do with the grease at the end).

Question: will NPR do their annual Thanksgiving chefs-bring-food thing, now that Bob Edwards is gone?

Hmmm, I dunno, I enjoyed hearing Martha Stewart read Grandma Stamberg's cranberry sauce recipe, though.

*coughs* I referred to the dove and hedgehog digressions in particular, immediately preceding my post.

He will owe me a baby for this.

fogo de chao was fine. Way too busy to really enjoy ourselves in comfort; felt bad for the staff like we do every time we cheat and go out for turkey day instead of cooking at home; most of the meats were under seasoned and slightly overdone for my taste (and our daughter’s) BUT the “market table” / salad bar was excellent.

Guests gone. Food wrangled into containment. Dishes done.

Ate lunch with my wife. Texted my mother and brother (separately; they're still not speaking). Had vegetarian biryani and a thick slab of pound cake (brought over by the retired couple across the street as a welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift) for dinner. Hung up a painting I commissioned for the cover of my last book that we wound up not using. All in all, a pretty good day.

Worst one ever for me, my dad died this morning.

Oh geez, suddenly??

Somewhat, his health had been declining over the past few years but his deterioration after being initially treated at the hospital for a boil and then somehow managing to fall and break his arm in the bathroom there was quick and deeply upsetting to be witness to. I don’t have any siblings so it’s just me and my mom in my immediate family now. Never had a cool older sibling, but my dad gave me a pretty good head start with his generally excellent taste—I first heard the Velvet Underground and Captain Beefheart from him, among countless others. We quarreled at times of course like any father-son relationship but he was my dad and I loved him.

(Sorry, genuinely not trying to detract from anyone’s nice holiday, that’s just how mine went. Also took a sec to type this out due to my message being repeatedly eaten by the Zing app and being distracted by both grief and talking with friends/family.)

damn, i'm sorry--that is terrible. thoughts to you and your mom and all your loved ones.

inlaw’s smoker was on the fritz so they subbed prime rib instead :D
we ate all the sides first because the prime rib took longer than expected but it was soooooo goood and worth the wait
i ate cheesecake and cobbler for dessert and may never walk again
laden w leftovers for journey home -happiness

Good day all around and the pie was a hit.

Leaving the USofA for another country has become something of a Thanksgiving tradition for me. Greetings from Taipei, where I ate scallion pancakes, coffee soy milk, braised pork rice, japanese cheesecake, beef noodle soup, bubble tea, fried chicken and some other stuff, all of which tasted better than turkey #sorrynotsorry

^people who have figured out how to live^ IMHO

My sister and I got together and shared pizza, pumpkin pie, and some nice red wine. No complaints. HIghly recommend Kenji's New York Pizza dough recipe wherein he insists a food processor makes superior dough compared to a mixer.

Maybe the star of the show was a roasted brussels/persimmon/pistachio salad with apple cider-maple vinaigrette

Taipei is so awesome.

Dressing is savory bread pudding (eggy), and we had corn casserole (eggy) and sweet potato casserole (very eggy). Plus deviled eggs. My wife has a regular checkup Monday and will be preemptively explaining her cholesterol numbers before she even gets them.

Love devilled eggs so much.

i did have an anxiety attack upon arriving at my ex-girlfriend’s place, not helped by a number of factors, including: i was waiting outside for 15 minutes because she was busy prepping and not looking at her phone; and then her friend’s old slightly dementiatic father (one of the people i didn’t know yet) completely ate shit on his way in while i was outside still trying to contact my ex (he was fine, he didn’t hit his head, i offered to help him up but he stubbornly refused and hoisted himself up and told me to ring the doorbell, which is when i finally discovered the doorbell lol). but she quickly guided me outside, calmed me down and told me everything was chill, welcoming, and warm inside, and then put me to work in a useful position as the dish doer while everyone finished prepping, and that eased my nerves tremendously. her friend’s dad talked to me all night as if we had shared something intimate outside when i saw him fall, and i sort of loved it, a sweet man who wears on the nerves of everyone in his family. i also loved his wife who told me she had wanted to play the drums when she was younger but girls weren’t allowed to play drums so she had to play the harp. i spent most of the rest of the night gazing dumbly-in-love at my ex, such is my lot in life, because she is such a hot genius. but i ended up having a really great time

2025 footnote: I too tried the Swedish girl's chicken... added a small can of mushrooms, a bay leaf and a sprig of rosemary... substituted a can of new potatoes for the beans, but otherwise stuck to the recipe... came out great! Went down with a nice bottle of white bordeaux, would happily make it again