The typos above were brought to you courtesy of the ‘Amazing Hamsters of Death’[sup]TM[/sup] who eat my posts whenever I try to preview.
I bet you could fry a hamster in a FryBaby[sup]TM[/sup] - or you could string up a bunch of 'em and pop 'em in the turkey fryer.
Um, and no offense, but you’ll understand if I decline any of your dinner invitations…
We’ve been trying to get my Mom to give up some of the Thanksgiving duties. Mind you, she’s still the best cook in the family, but it does tire her out. We suggested she do the turkey, and my oldest sister do the rest, and that we than eat at said sister’s house, but no go. Mom says Cindy’s house isn’t big enough (it is). So then we tried to get her to just sit in the kitchen and direct us as to what needs to be done when. However, although she taught us all to cook, none of us does anything the right way, so she ended up just shouldering us aside and doing it herself (usually after exclaiming in an utterly amazed tone, “what ARE you doing”?). So now we just sneak in and do whatever we can until she catches on, and count our blessings that she’s still with and stubborn as always.
It seemed strange when my grandmother surrendered turkey duty to my mom. Mom’s not about to give it up just yet, plus she does have the best place for the family to gather - the basement is huge and she has lots of tables and chairs for family and friends. I expect after she’s gone, the 5 sibs won’t be getting together the same way.
My mother-in-law has yet to suggest she can’t host. But since we’ll be going to Maryland this year, she’ll just have 4 others over, or maybe they’ll go to the one BIL’s house. It’s a small enough group that it doesn’t really matter.
As for me, I make turkey any time I get the hankering, so having it on the fourth Thursday of November isn’t that big a deal. Yeah, I’m a rebel!
Turkey when every you want it? That’s just crazy talk. You crazy, girl! 
I do up a turkey breast and make gravy and mashed potatoes a few times a year, but Thanksgiving is still a big deal. It’s the whole big turkey sitting on the counter, resting before it’s carved (and providing the opportunity to pilfer some crispy skin), and the madness of finding enough serving bowls and pouring wine and juice and water, one sister (me, usually) being too warm and opening the door, another arguing that the food will get cold and shutting the door, the table top crowded with all the differents foods, the table crowded as the family sits elbow to elbow, Mom popping up every 5 minutes to get more hot gravy. Yeah, that’s Thanksgiving.
My Mom has this thing about hot gravy–the rest of the food can cool down, but she’ll refill the gravy boat (now actually a little gravy pitcher designed to keep it hot) several times in a meal. It’s like eating cool gravy would kill you! As a result, I have an almost irresistible compulsion to eat a last little bit of mashed potatos with just barely warm gravy. Mmmmmmmm. . .gravy . . .
I know that we’re way past the OP here, but I just wanted to mention that somehow I ended up taking my daughter and her friend to LaRosa’s for lunch today. I had a salad and three cheese calzone with sausage, mushroom and tomato. The girls both had personal “smiley” pizzas.
I stick by my earlier assertion.
Turkey this weekend, and I probably get to go to Ottawa in a couple of weeks and eat real poutine. Life is pretty good.
I think I’m a gravy-and-potatoes addict. I’m suddenly under the compulsion to run across the street and get fries. Mr. Lissar’s at karate class and the cats wouldn’t tell anyone…
That’s odd. I just got back from karate class. Is there some sort of correlation between okinawan martial arts, deep friers, pizza and nomads?
Yes, nomadic Okinawan martial artists created the first deep fried turkey pizza. They were trying for the ultimate weapon, but a cat got between their feet and one of them was recovering from her birthday party the night before and another one was on a high protein diet, and somehow it turned out to be a deep fried turkey pizza. A marvel, nonetheless.
Well, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him/her since that first day. I searched but now I can’t find 'em. Maybe I hallucinated it but I don’t think so. Don’t think I took any hallucinatory drugs that day. He did have only a few posts so I believe I did see him the day he registered. Funny that I call him “him” since my name is nearly identical but I fancy myself a woman. How can I know if he was smacked around by a mod?
Off to do another search…
mmm… forbidden doughnut, the one and only
hamsters…them’s good eatin’!
Kallessa, you’re beginning to frighten me… :eek:
Hmm.
Maybe you have a point there Bumbazine. Perhaps us guys should just stick with our usual contribution. We’re real good at watching football.
Deepfried turkey pizza is no good without cranberries. Just sayin’.
I’m beginning to think that you ladies who are unsuccessfully trying to get your mothers to abdicate Thanksgiving Responsibility have not been paying attention, because the answer is simple:
Have a(nother) baby and refuse to leave your house. Worked for my sister.
What’s all this stuff about beginning to scare you. She’s been scary from the start.
I have a pretty high tolerance for scary, welby. Heck, I communicate with you and Ex and swampy and I still sleep at night. But the deep-fried turkey ninja pizzas are a little closer to the edge than I like to be…
I can handle the deep-fried turkey ninja pizzas. It’s the cat that worries me. Who’s the cat working for, anyway? You know it’s up to something.
Yeah, I left the whole thing there. Whatcha gonna do?
At least, Shibb, LaRosa’s doesn’t have a man in a rat suit that strolls around and sings songs. Well, at least he isn’t actually employed by LaRosa’s proper, so if he bugs you, you can complain to the manager and have that taken care of.
The Establishment of Charles Edward Cheese. A real slice of Hell.
As a related trivia thingy: All the tokens for Chuck E. Cheese’s (where a kid can run amok) are minted in Cincinnati.
But why did you eat THREE cheese calzones? That sounds like a lot to me. Especially with a salad.
-Rue. (not that hungry)
Two things: there’s a low carb pizza crust recipe here that’s pretty good, and Carbolite makes a very good bread machine mix. You could also use the bread machine mix to make dough and use it as a pizza crust.
Now I’m trying to figure out how to make a deep fried turkey ninja pizza. Maybe even a deep fried turkey zombie robot pirate monkey pizza. Now that’s scary.
Deep fried zombie ninja pizza? You people are making my head hurt.
Well, that’s not exactly fair; my head hurt before I came in here, but you are not helping. When is that Excedrin going to kick in?! That’ll teach me to wander into a Rue thread with a headache.
And, Slortar, you evil fiend, I do find you posting in the oddest places. Not that this place is odd, since I, myself, hang out here routinely, but…oh, who am I kidding?