Thursday, November 24, 2005

What I Cooked for Thanksgiving

One 18 pound turkey stuffed with an apple, an orange, some bay leaves, some poultry seasoning. Would have been delicious if Dad hadn't insisted that he would not eat it unless we let it cook for another hour after the button popped. Green beans with mushroom soup and fried onion bits. Turned out fine. Sweet potatoes with marshmallows. Yum. Mashed potatoes. Lumpy, just like I like them. No one dared complain. Gravy. Woo-boy, did the gravy suck. Too thick and tasteless. Those coconut, chocolate and butterscotch chip bars. The littlest nephew helped me. That was good fun. Dinner conversation included the following: "B. has a blog." "What?" "You know how those idiots--including your sister--put all their thoughts on the internet for everyone to read for free? That thing." "Thanks, Dad." "My sister's a blogger. You're the reason everyone hates the president."


Blogger luckybuzz said...

"You're the reason everyone hates the president" is something to be proud of.

I made the green bean casserole too. Happy Thanksgiving!

11/24/2005 06:34:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Why do you hate America, B?

11/24/2005 06:46:00 PM  
Blogger Exador said...

You are only the reason everybody in Nashville hates the President.

Don't get too big for your britches just because middle aged divorced men show your blog attention.

Let me guess. Dad was terrified of salmonella?

11/24/2005 08:11:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Don't be knocking the middle aged divorced men. I'm hoping the recalcitrant brother will see that all the cool kids are getting divorced and finally rid our family of my crack whore sister-in-law.

11/24/2005 08:41:00 PM  
Blogger HUCK said...

B, It just hit me. You should suggest that they could make a couple of quick bucks by appearing on Springer. It's perfect. They won't be able to refuse the offer, because, well what crack-head white-supremist would? ...and it's guarenteed to bring about divorce. I tell ya what, just to guild the lilly, I'll even appear from backstage in a mesh tank and pretend to be his gay auto mechanic "friend", D'Wayne.

...Or if not, maybe at least you could give me directions so I could burn a huge wooden black fist in their yard...?

11/24/2005 08:54:00 PM  
Blogger Exador said...

Careful, Huck.

A guy got shot for that on Sally Jesse.

11/24/2005 09:03:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Ok, Sally Jesse is off the air. Is Springer still a going concern? They don't put these people on talk shows anymore. They give them their own reality shows.

11/24/2005 09:12:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Plus the guy who got shot by his "crush" was on Jenny Jones.

11/24/2005 09:14:00 PM  
Blogger HUCK said...


You may have something there.

I probably shouldn't do that.

I should sleep with her in exchange for a vile.

Got a camera?

11/24/2005 09:14:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Shoot, Sarcastro, are you the king of talk shows or what?

Huck, you really should spend twenty minutes with my sister in law before offering to sleep with her. Because she's not pleasant. But, hey, if you want to take the trip over to North Carolina to see what jackass is letting her live in his car this week, I'm sure that might be amusing.

11/24/2005 09:17:00 PM  
Blogger HUCK said...

Oh, did I mention, that I am fucking thankful as hell that my family drinks like the stinking fish they are.

However, I'm unthankful that we don't knew wehn to quite....... ...

11/24/2005 09:24:00 PM  
Blogger Exador said...

Apparently, sleeping with her would BE a vile.

Get it?

Yeah, like I've got room to talk with the way I type.

It WAS Jenny Jones. Fuck off, Sarcastro for correcting me.

Just because some of us were out dating during the talk show heyday.

OK, not me, but I've heard stories.

11/24/2005 09:27:00 PM  
Blogger HUCK said...

Sweet Christ on a stick!

That mouse was eating another mouse!

God Damn it! I need a refill.

11/24/2005 10:22:00 PM  

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