Thanksgiving

Well the great feast has come and gone with all the works. We packed the house with 26 people: aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, neighbors and friends. My Aunt Deirdre and little cousin Lily along with Big Mommy and Big Daddy Daw stayed with us. We headed out the door about 6 in the morning to meet all the guys for the hunt at Bayard's, the truck-stop diner just outside of town with just the best pie you've ever had. We drove around and marched through plowed milo fields for about 5 hours. Got plenty of shots off and feathers flying, but those stupid birds didn't seem to realize they were dead and kept flying.

Got back and Mom was finishing up the second of two of the best cooked turkeys you ever tasted. Perfectly tender and moist; not a bit of dry. Big Mommy brought the blue berry pie and Aunt Betsy brought the pumpkin. No way you could chose just one. You had to have a slice of both. Nanny's potatoes were those perfectly whisked kind with no lumps; just melts in your mouth. A feast!

Of course what is also so great about Thanksgiving is all the bizarre traditions that have become attached with it. Family and football are no longer enough. Even the parades with all the larger than life inflated icons have in some houses been replaced by the Westminster Kennel Dog Show (the miniature pincher won). FX put Home Alone 1 on a constant loop, which is not a bad thing. I love that movie. You don't get that quality of mischief anymore in kids movies. Then ofcourse there is the annual presidental honor bestowed on a some "lucky" turkey who is "pardoned" from this year's great Turkey slaughter and gets to go to Disney Land, because you know the aspirations of a turkey are not too far off from that of a 5 year old. This year Obama pardoned two turkeys in case the first "can't fulfill his responsibilities." The hell does that mean!?!? In case the first just becomes so delicious looking that we have to ignore a constitutional mandate and eat the poor bastard.