By the way, I promised to buy my grandson the DVD "Happy Feet " for his birthday.
Which is on the Saturday following Thanksgiving.
I have a serious ethical dilemma here. 
Maybe I’ll just have a Big Bird as** Clothahump** suggested.
Oops, I meant to say take him to see it.
Don’t you worry…I haven’t forgotten.
And yeah, she’ll be having cake…tomorrow, for the “friends” b-day party; Tuesday, which is her actual birthday; and on Thanksgiving, for the family party. Spoiled little so-n-so…
I’m having Michael J Fox over for thanksgiving.
I’ll be serving stem cells.
Yer FUNNY!
[sub]This would be my attempt to avoid the standard “you made me spit Pepsi all over my keyboard” post whilst still telling you that you made me spit Pepsi all over my keyboard.[/sub]
The good thing about penguin is that you don’t even need to dress the bird.
Organic Ostrich stuffed inside a camel stuffed inside an elephant stuffed inside a blue whale.
We have a whole bunch of hungry buggers coming around for Christmas lunch 
God knows what I’m gonna serve as dessert.
Pity our moas are all gone, they’d have kept you guys going from Thanksgiving clear through to Christmas.
With minced moa for New Years.
Oh no, you don’t have any moa?
Please don’t hurt me.
If anyone needs recipes for how to prepare their penguin, camel, whale, or what have you, you might want to check out this thread. I’m thinking about having a couple of the stray cats hanging out by my front door.
I’m thinking moa, dodo, ivory-billed woodpecker, and spotted owl pot pie.
With cranberry sauce.
This is a fowl thread.
We had pterodactyl, and it was delicious!
I’m baking a Coelacanth for the family.
They’re best stuffed with minced nurse shark meat that’s been marinated in apple cider vinegar and a mash of sweet plum and okra.
:eek:
Cartooniverse
[reality hijack from coelacanth fanatic]It’s possible that one of the reasons that the, uh, aliveness, of the coelacanth was unknown for so long is that it’s a singularly untasty sort of fish, very oily. The people in the Comoros always threw them back until they found out that stupid scientists would pay them good money for them. They call them gombassa, which means something like "disgusting nasty oily fish.[/rhfcf]
I’m not having anything for Thanksgiving. Someone forgot to let the Bulgarian school system know that Thursday is a holiday and they scheduled me to work! Foo.
Whatever you do, don’t make that cranberry sauce fresh. It makes you a snob.
We’re having Native American for Thanksgiving this year, if only I can find one.
I was born in this country - does that make me… dinner??? :eek:
I’m glad I’m not the only one who keeps misreading the thread title. 
—licks chops thoughtfully–
Perhaps.
Perhaps it does.
Kyla, I’m not a coelacanth fanatic but I’ve known about them since I was a small child. I wanted to see a photo of one, and eventually did- and bingo- larger more pronounced fore-fins. Missing Link indeedy. I wonder if the very oily texture of the flesh has anything to do with the development of the organism? Is it a dffense mechanism? Other predators would stay way because they taste bad? Or, is there something about the unique blend of organs and high oil content that assisted in their ascent onto land?
At any rate, I promise I will not be eating the focus of your fanaticism. 