The Holidays Are Coming. What Do They Mean To You?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Thespos, I’m sorry to hear all that.

See, I’m aware that other people have problems!

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A Thanksgiving Tale

Just because I’d only prepared a few Thanksgiving dinners before, I figured that I would make another one for fun. My dear friend’s girlfriend at that time, worked at the Cogswell Institute in the electronic music lab. I told her to drag all of the orphans who weren’t going home for the holidays over to my house for a feast.

One more thing. My friend hated onions. So try and remember that if there were onions in something, I made a separate version of the dish without any in it for him as well.

The Menu:
Appetizers:

Home Made Potato Chips with Onion Dip
Crudites with Ranch Dressing
Mini Bagels with Lox and Herbed Cream Cheese
Smoked Cocktail Sausages
Salad Course:

Palm Heart Salad with Creamy Vinaegrette
Marinated Shitakes with Chevre
Buttered Rolls
First Course:

Steamed Brussle Sprouts
Maple Glazed Baby Carrots
Mashed Potatoes
Main Course:

Giblet Gravy
Roast Turkey
Triple Sausage Sourdough Stuffing
Pecan Rice
Dessert:

Upsidedown Fruit Pie with Whisky Glaze
Chocolates
Filtered Coffee
My friend won my allegience that evening by bringing some of the appetizers back into the kitchen for me before they were all consumed. There were thirteen people crowded into my small flat and they were parked two abreast on my piano bench.

I finally walk into the dining room and what do I see? There’s my friend scoffing down the onion dip like there’s no tomorrow! After surpressing the immediate desire to use the turkey baster in an entirely inappropriate manner, I asked him, “WTF???” (or something like that).

Then he tells me, “It’s the texture of onions that I don’t like, not the flavor.”

One of the last memories of the evening was the women who kindly attended to washing and putting away my dishes. When I spotted them doing this, I immediately moaned, “Oh no! I’ll never find anything ever again.” We all had a good laugh and fun was had by everyone.

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What they mean to me:

Having to curb my extreme dislike for getting gifts. I’ll probably put on a fake personality for a bit of the day, then go to my room and cry for a while. At some point I’ll work something out with my parents whereby I can sneak stuff from me to other people through “Santa” but I won’t get anything. I do not like getting gifts.

Also trying to figure out how to handle the whole “extended family” thing . . . 80+ people. Yuckity.