Gobble, Gobble, Gobble. . .
That's what most of us will be doing this weekend. Gobbling ourselves into a tryptophan stupor whilst we swill beer and curse at our college football team as they play their archrivals over the holidays. Life doesn't get much better, does it? Maybe throw a little Jagermeister in there for good measure.
I don't really have much to say this morning. I, like many others, will be traveling today. Luckily, I live in a virtually uninhabited state and the airport will be a breeze. If I'm wrong, top secret plan B will go into effect, which means bellying up to the bar into the airport and getting bombed. Can you say "getting bombed" in an airport these days without causing mass mayhem? Hell, can you even say anything without causing some sort of disruption somewhere or offending someones "sensibilities"?
We will be preparing T-day dinner for 10 to 15 people at Beatrice's home. Nothing out of the ordinary. Standard fare, got kids to satisfy, you know? No torchon of foie gras with sauterne gelee, nor will we have duck confit with beets chips and thyme gremolata. There will be no sauteed roe of dover sole with buerre noir and naturally, we will not prepare sweetbreads a al Mont Vert. A travesty beyond comprehension.
We will have turkey and stuffing. We will have corn. And potatoes. Maybe some beets. And the ubiquitous, omnipresent and omnipotent green bean casserole. Yeah!!
Alas, it's not about the food anyway. It's about the togetherness, the family, the camaraderie, the closeness that defines great relationships, whether between lovers, friends or family members. It's all there for the taking, the sharing, for the enjoyment of all and it should be relished because life is a finite resource not to be squandered.
At least up until the point when Uncle Jim Bill gets drunk on hootch, shares all of his Navy stories with your youngest daughter, including the Tijuana donkey show he saw while stationed in San Diego during Vietnam, spanks your wife on the ass at every chance, calls your brother-in-law a sissy for wearing a pink button-down at the dinner table, then slaps his own son in the head with a turkey leg which culminates the gathering with a trip to the emergency room and also to Lickety-Split's Bail Bonds.
Ah, family. Gotta love 'em.
Or you can kill 'em.
Oops, can't say that either!
Happy Thanksgiving y'all!
STUFFING.....did you say STUFFING???? Where the hell are you from, you didn't learn that STUFF in Egypt Hill, MS. It would be called DRESSING and you don't put it inside the damn turkey, you can get salmonella doing that shit....Cook you some black iron skillet cornbread, add some onion and celery and good rich broth....and lots of eggs (raw, not boiled).....That STUFFING stuff you put on top of the stove in a pan and it's dry as hell.....You better hurry to Yazoo and eat some real food....you're starting to worry me.....bug
Lord woman, remain clam. Have a drink why don't ya.
Although my vernacular may not indicate, I am perfectly schooled on the difference between stuffing and dressing. And I know better, after being beat about the cranium with a culinary and sanitation education, that stuffing a turkey is not desriable for health reasons, but I also know HOW to do it, should I so desire, without killing my table patrons.
First it's Linder jumping on me about boiling ribs as A TIME SAVING MEASURE and now you, running me out on a rail for using the wrong word.
Sheesh.
Can't wait to get home, drink a beer and have a few spoonfuls of DRESSING right out of the fridge...
By the way, on all accounts including picky children, the dressing I prepared was deemed "the best they'd ever had."
Toot toot!
Hear that? That's my horn and I'm a tootin' it!
That's because it is probably the "ONLY" dressing they have ever eaten........hehehe....
sounds like a duel to me...I'll put my dressing (actually the Big "O"s dressing recipe) up to yours any ol' day. Now there...
Now did you really expect me to let the "boil ribs" statement go?? Remember who you are talking to - a member of the team that got 2nd place in the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BBQ Contest last year. It just wouldn't have been right for me to sit idly by while you instructed people to boil ribs. Low & slow is the way to go.