Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! And if there ever was a holiday for men, it's Thanksgiving.
There's food, football, and farting. And it just don't get no better than that.
However, over the years, there have been mishaps at the house when it come time to prepare Thanksgiving dinner.
When we was little, we didnt always have turkey to eat. It's be ham, sometimes. Or whatever was on the menu at Denny's where mom worked on Thanksgiving. Or the Huddle House, when she got fired from Denny's/
STill, mom finally decided she wanted to do up Thanksgiving right one year. I think it was becasue she had got laid off from the Huddle House and pop had brung home a turkey from work (he bagged groceries at the Piggly Wiggly).
Anyhow, first time I remember her trying to cook a turkey, she told me to wash it while she went to the store for Marlboro's and some tampons.
I used SOS pads to clean it up and it done good. But it was hard as hell to get all the metal shavings out.
Mom beat my ass over that. But she gave me a chance to redeem myself.
The next year, I knew better. And she had me wash it so she'd have it ready to cook when she got off work at the club.
She still was mad, because the Clorox bleach left an awful taste in the bird.
Not every year, though, did I mess up the turkey. One time, I forgot to take it out of the icebox like mom said. So, that morning, I got up and had to work on the truck. I got it running quick and noticed how hot the engine was getting. So I went back inside and got the bird and put it on the engine so it's thaw out quick.
It worked to. But I probably should have done a better job of cleaning off the engine. Still, it didn't taste all that bad.
Anyway, this year, we got us a turkey but I sent it over to Gladys' house yesterday. she's cooking dinner this year. It should be good. She's a pretty good cook.
I hope y'all all have a good time this year with Thanksgivign and everybody has a good time.