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Post by inger on Nov 24, 2021 23:52:52 GMT -5
My neighbors would have been so hurt if we refused. I’m a bit nervous about the Turkey there of all things. I fear it will be dry. I do partake in most of the foods on the table on Thanksgiving, even if just a tiny bite. I prefer the cranberry jelly over the berries. Prefer my stuffing on the dry side. I carefully avoid taking too many mashed potatoes because they fill me up so quickly (plus the carbs are bad for the diabetes). The usual green beans and corn and even many of the creative sides are fine with me. Sweet potatoes are on my dining list. And the gravy is very important. I usually put a nice pool in the potatoes and lightly cover the turkey with it (though I wind up dipping it in the potato pool, too). Once in a while someone will show up with a casserole of green beans loaded with crispy dried onions that I have to pass along. I imagine if Rizzuto is making 30❗️sides that I might pass a dozen or so up. I’d have to see them, or know more. There are a lot of nice desserts, but I need to be careful there, too. It’s hard to resist either pumpkin or lemon meringue pie, though. The basics… So. Anybody getting hungry? … Maybe you should go to my sister's tomorrow. You'd be very happy, except I was told there would be no mashed potatoes. Usually, no mashed potatoes means “I don’t cook mashed potatoes very well”. They’re either lumpy with half raw lumps, or thick like wall paper paste (second day after not being covered tightly), or runny and loose like a goose’s droppings. That could make the rest of the meal a fright. Run, Rizz! Run! See the potatoes run! See the potatoes clog your digestive tract for weeks! See the potato lumps being shot at you from a sling shot! The hockey puck biscuits are black and ready to hurl at you. We decided to fry the turkey this year in used motor oil to save the ecology! … * Spellchecker wants to capitalize turkey on a consistent basis. I’m betting that the non-capitalized version of the word is written much more frequently in this country than the capitalized one is. But, I digress. I suppose that if there were an animal that could be consumed on a holiday that was called united states I would expect it to be capitalized. I have made this observation prior to my consumption of Ambien for the evening. Therefore, it is decreed that this is the most sane that I ever get… Please send help… |
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Post by inger on Nov 25, 2021 0:00:58 GMT -5
Thanks for the return of Dome and Tequilla… it’s an unusual flavor, but one we can accommodate…
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Post by kaybli on Nov 25, 2021 7:02:10 GMT -5
I hope you are accepting your sister's invitation! I'm thinking about it, but a bit hesitant based upon what my sister told me regarding the dishes and who is cooking them. When the turkey is the most appealing part of the menu, it's somewhat soul-crushing to someone who loves to cook and is accustomed to making each and every dish for Thanksgiving and Christmas for nearly 30 years. I know it's not the point of the Holiday, but in my head and on my tongue are all the favorites that have been on Thanksgiving plates since before I could serve myself. With respect to my tastebuds, I'd rather go to Golden Corral with Inger.  Can't beat the Golden Corral with inger!  |
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Post by desousa on Nov 25, 2021 7:29:36 GMT -5
My wife and neighbors are having Chinese take out today. I don't think there's turkey or mashed potatoes on the menu.
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Post by kaybli on Nov 25, 2021 7:34:36 GMT -5
My wife and neighbors are having Chinese take out today. I don't think there's turkey or mashed potatoes on the menu. Chinese food on Thanksgiving or Xmas is a contrarian classic.
It beats my brother whose stuck working a shift in the ER. No Thanksgiving for him.  |
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Post by inger on Nov 25, 2021 10:59:48 GMT -5
Our milkman is working today. We got our delivery of bread and milk. That’s a hard and grueling job. I helped my brother out when he was a milkman over 50 years ago. I think the plastic containers make it a bit easier today. In the winter time, shoving those big glass containers in between your fingers was actually painful.
The only holiday he (therefore we) got was Christmas Day. Those poor customers. How did they ever get by without a milk delivery on Christmas? I feel slightly guilty for ordering. He could have gotten back home 14 seconds earlier…
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Post by rizzuto on Nov 26, 2021 22:01:13 GMT -5
Our milkman is working today. We got our delivery of bread and milk. That’s a hard and grueling job. I helped my brother out when he was a milkman over 50 years ago. I think the plastic containers make it a bit easier today. In the winter time, shoving those big glass containers in between your fingers was actually painful. The only holiday he (therefore we) got was Christmas Day. Those poor customers. How did they ever get by without a milk delivery on Christmas? I feel slightly guilty for ordering. He could have gotten back home 14 seconds earlier… I didn't know there were still milkmen. An old friend of mine delivered dairy products in late 1950s, early 1960s. After his first day, the boss asked him how it went. Cliff said that he made all the deliveries and on time, but he was starving because there was no time to stop to eat or even get a drink of water. The boss laughed and told him that he could drink or eat anything from the truck free of charge and didn't have to starve or dehydrate himself to get the route done on time. Just make a tally of what he ate or drank for their inventory. Now, my friend Cliff loves buttermilk. And, so on the route, he'd grab a container whenever he'd get a bit parched or peckish. After his first two weeks, he went to his boss for his first paycheck. The boss looked Cliffy in the eyes with a some disdain and asked, "How much goddamn buttermilk can you drink!" |
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Post by inger on Nov 26, 2021 22:12:02 GMT -5
Our milkman is working today. We got our delivery of bread and milk. That’s a hard and grueling job. I helped my brother out when he was a milkman over 50 years ago. I think the plastic containers make it a bit easier today. In the winter time, shoving those big glass containers in between your fingers was actually painful. The only holiday he (therefore we) got was Christmas Day. Those poor customers. How did they ever get by without a milk delivery on Christmas? I feel slightly guilty for ordering. He could have gotten back home 14 seconds earlier… I didn't know there were still milkmen. An old friend of mine delivered dairy products in late 1950s, early 1960s. After his first day, the boss asked him how it went. Cliff said that he made all the deliveries and on time, but he was starving because there was no time to stop to eat or even get a drink of water. The boss laughed and told him that he could drink or eat anything from the truck free of charge and didn't have to starve or dehydrate himself to get the route done on time. Just make a tally of what he ate or drank for their inventory. Now, my friend Cliff loves buttermilk. And, so on the route, he'd grab a container whenever he'd get a bit parched or peckish. After his first two weeks, he went to his boss for his first paycheck. The boss looked Cliffy in the eyes with a some disdain and asked, "How much goddamn buttermilk can you drink!" I worked for a buck an hour at a Sealtest plant loading their two or three milk trucks at night when I was thirteen or fourteen. Part of the inventory was ice cream. My first day, the owner told me that he didn’t want anyone stealing ice cream from him, so I would be welcome to eat as much as I wanted. He said he knew boys were going to eat ice cream, so he’d rather give us permission than to have us become thieves. Badly dented cartons could go home with us, too. I ate a ton of ice cream that year, and never tired of it… No one ever complained either… |
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Post by inger on Nov 26, 2021 22:14:40 GMT -5
Our milkman is working today. We got our delivery of bread and milk. That’s a hard and grueling job. I helped my brother out when he was a milkman over 50 years ago. I think the plastic containers make it a bit easier today. In the winter time, shoving those big glass containers in between your fingers was actually painful. The only holiday he (therefore we) got was Christmas Day. Those poor customers. How did they ever get by without a milk delivery on Christmas? I feel slightly guilty for ordering. He could have gotten back home 14 seconds earlier… I didn't know there were still milkmen. An old friend of mine delivered dairy products in late 1950s, early 1960s. After his first day, the boss asked him how it went. Cliff said that he made all the deliveries and on time, but he was starving because there was no time to stop to eat or even get a drink of water. The boss laughed and told him that he could drink or eat anything from the truck free of charge and didn't have to starve or dehydrate himself to get the route done on time. Just make a tally of what he ate or drank for their inventory. Now, my friend Cliff loves buttermilk. And, so on the route, he'd grab a container whenever he'd get a bit parched or peckish. After his first two weeks, he went to his boss for his first paycheck. The boss looked Cliffy in the eyes with a some disdain and asked, "How much goddamn buttermilk can you drink!" This dairy went into business in 1934 and is still delivering. The milk boxes are simple home-made plywood, but in hot weather they scoop ice in there. All deliveries are completed by 6:00AM… Hard to believe that they keep going… |
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