Chasing more than just a turkey....
I don't know how Thanksgiving is for the rest of you, but for me and my household it was marvelous!
There is no other way to describe the abundance of food on the tables, we had not one, but two turkeys every year.
Then while all the good smells are wafting through the kitchen all day, we had to go to the annual Turkey Day Football game which has been going on for more than 140 years. A rivalry so old it is the third oldest in the nation! We won most of the time, but that's another story altogether.
So important was Thanksgiving in my family that we were warned not to steal a bite of anything or there would be dire consequences. Such as not eating until everyone else has (for the kids) and sitting at the little table with the kids (for the adults). I remember always sitting at that stupid little table! And now get this I miss it! How's that for irony?
Now you have to understand most people start cooking for Thanksgiving the day of, but not my Grandma, she was a stalwart, steadfast, piece of cooking machinery that started the day before and almost all of the next day. The Woman was a Cooking fiend! Which if your a young kid with a hollow leg like me, then the more the merrier!
I remember one specific incident when all the men were watching the football game and decided they were not going to wait, they charged in a diamond formation, my grandfather bringing up the rear and my uncles and extended family leading the way, my grandfather was not stupid, he was going to let the others be cannon fodder and then acquire the prize for himself. But little did he know that Grandma was waiting for them with a wooden spoon in one hand and an oven mitt on the other.
It seems that grandma was outmatched or was she?
With lightning quick reflexes she blocked all their attempts to procure the turkey, she was in a word spectacular! They thought they had her one way, but she would use the oven mitt as an aiming device, whack, whack, splut!, and whack! She was driving them back. The four men were stunned and a little horrified.
The men beaten, battered, and somewhat bruised, huddled together plotting one last advance. Surging against the volley of perrys and thrusts, by my Grandmother, the men riled against all odds defying her to their last breath, or at least their turkey breast which they still had yet to achieve.
Against all odds, red knuckled, and poked ribs, the men succeeded in their task. They held their meat in triumph, the little they had recovered, parading around like proud peacocks.
It was a great day for them and we were told not to spoil it for them. For you see Grandma always gave us kids whatever we wanted and we never had the sore knuckles and bruises to show for it. We just had to ask. That's it.
There is no other way to describe the abundance of food on the tables, we had not one, but two turkeys every year.
Then while all the good smells are wafting through the kitchen all day, we had to go to the annual Turkey Day Football game which has been going on for more than 140 years. A rivalry so old it is the third oldest in the nation! We won most of the time, but that's another story altogether.
So important was Thanksgiving in my family that we were warned not to steal a bite of anything or there would be dire consequences. Such as not eating until everyone else has (for the kids) and sitting at the little table with the kids (for the adults). I remember always sitting at that stupid little table! And now get this I miss it! How's that for irony?
Now you have to understand most people start cooking for Thanksgiving the day of, but not my Grandma, she was a stalwart, steadfast, piece of cooking machinery that started the day before and almost all of the next day. The Woman was a Cooking fiend! Which if your a young kid with a hollow leg like me, then the more the merrier!
I remember one specific incident when all the men were watching the football game and decided they were not going to wait, they charged in a diamond formation, my grandfather bringing up the rear and my uncles and extended family leading the way, my grandfather was not stupid, he was going to let the others be cannon fodder and then acquire the prize for himself. But little did he know that Grandma was waiting for them with a wooden spoon in one hand and an oven mitt on the other.
It seems that grandma was outmatched or was she?
With lightning quick reflexes she blocked all their attempts to procure the turkey, she was in a word spectacular! They thought they had her one way, but she would use the oven mitt as an aiming device, whack, whack, splut!, and whack! She was driving them back. The four men were stunned and a little horrified.
The men beaten, battered, and somewhat bruised, huddled together plotting one last advance. Surging against the volley of perrys and thrusts, by my Grandmother, the men riled against all odds defying her to their last breath, or at least their turkey breast which they still had yet to achieve.
Against all odds, red knuckled, and poked ribs, the men succeeded in their task. They held their meat in triumph, the little they had recovered, parading around like proud peacocks.
It was a great day for them and we were told not to spoil it for them. For you see Grandma always gave us kids whatever we wanted and we never had the sore knuckles and bruises to show for it. We just had to ask. That's it.
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