Turkey-Giving is a time to be thankful (more on that in tomorrow’s post… if I’m less crankified), to be with family, and to eat like you won the Chuck-Up-Arama lottery. This year, we were kindly invited over to my Uncle Phil and Aunt Melanee’s house in Ogden for Thanksgiving dinner. I was told in advance to be on my best behavior, thus the reason I wore my favorite holey overalls with no shirt and a piece of hay sticking out my unbrushed tooth spaces. Only the best for the family shindigs! Yee Haw… where be the venison!? I brung the roadkill!
I tell you what… it was a feast of epic proportions! There were 2 turkeys (a smoked and a baked one), of which I was told were vegetarian turkeys on account of the fact they ate brussel sprouts during their short but productive life… nice try Uncle Phil… say, I have a piece of ocean front property in Arizona I’d like to sell you. There were potatoes and yams and stuffing and rolls and salads and veggies and corn and what am I missing… oh, pies! There was food… let’s just put it that way.
Uncle Phil and one of his turkeys… that’s Aunt Mel in the background. I’m very conscientious about taking pictures of people for my blog because I would hate to have my picture plastered around on anyone’s blog, so I tend to take pictures of things rather than peeps… that, and whenever I bring my camera out, there is a mass exit towards the door.
My task was a taxing one, bring the vegetable tray… cutting up those veggies took the skill of a samurai Veggie trays are great for me, the vegetarian… but when you have so much decadent food to choose from, who is going to eat from the veggie tray? For serious! Needless to say, I brought home many vegetables. Also, I hate referring to myself as a vegetarian in public places… because you know people are looking at you all gourded up like… yeah right… vegetarian my rear patookus! More like an eat-everything-in-site-atarian! To those people I say… SHOVE IT… don’t you dare touch my pie.
I was going for the turkey look (Pinterest idea), except it more turned out like a rainbow on account of the fact that I had none of the veggies the turkey tray required.
After dinner, someone came up with the idea that we should all head across the street to a field to play touch football…. bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha… ha… ha… ha!! Sorry… random outbursts of insanity. I’m also trying to remember the last time I played football… wait for it… NEVER! Needless to say, as the most skilled football player, I was put on a team with Madre and Lindsay… the other 2 most skilled football players. The other members of our team, cuzzin Micah, BIL Shayne, and Padre are great players… but we were like the 3 amigos of complete and utter chipped-my-nail-polish disasters! The other team, on the other hand, was stacked with brilliant players… players whose pinkies could run circles around my entire body… fat blobules and all! Y’all should have seen me… running, the wind flapping the bane of my existence in the breeze of nasty. It was like poetry in motion, if poetry was written by Pee Wee Herman on a StairMaster. All joking aside and despite the fact that every time Lindsay got the ball, she panicked and then immediately threw it to the other team, it was a fun time. I’m glad they drug me out there, clutzy issues and all.
Thank you, Uncle Phil and Aunt Mel for the hospitality and delicious food! I’ll be sure to repay you in veggie trays… they’re my specialty!
Question of the Day: How was your Thanksgiving? Who did you spend it with? Favorite Thanksgiving food?
Madre’s job was to make the pies… a pumpkin, pumpkin pecan, and pear/cranberry torte we learned in our pie-making class!