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Thanksgiving In Hoots

November 26, 2008 - Author: newscoma - Comments are closed

Thanksgiving is really a hipper holiday than one might think. We eat roast bird and as a faithful Southerner, I could eat my body weight in dressing.

Dressing is the only thing that keeps me going. No, we do not do stuffing as I am not as a big of a fan of it as I am dressing. Shoving the stuffing mixture in the cavity of a corpse of a turkey just isn’t my thing although if you enjoy it I am thankful that you do. We all need to enjoy something.

Dressing: where bread stuffs are shredded and tons of sodium infused chicken juice is mixed with onions and celery, just might be the greatest invention of poor farmers looking to make a dish with recycled cornbread and biscuits saturated in sage ever.

I love me some dressing. And as foodstuffs go, I can actually make dressing. It is excellent passed down by womenfolk in my family who slaved for days in the kitchen throughout generations of Thanksgiving celebrations. I am also an excellent driver.

Thankful I am for this I tell you in my best Yoda voice.

In the past, I went through a bah humbug period regarding Thanksgiving but I have found going to Squirrel Queen’s family’s farm is just about perfect and my melancholy has changed into pure joy. You may remember that last year we invented the Turkey Dance. Actually, her mother invented the Turkey Dance as I can’t take credit for this fine sensation. Forget Dancing with the Stars, the Turkey Dance is just about perfect.

I am still unsure what a giblet is but I have learned as I grow older not to ask questions as there always repercussions of having too much knowledge about what I eat. It is best to be blind about such things.

I have been thinking about what I’m thankful for. First of all, I’m thankful for Mabel who will be begging in my feet this evening as we eat the roast bird. I am thankful for Miles O’Brien as I saw installment three of “In Search of Aliens” this morning regarding alien abduction. I am thankful that I still have a paycheck. I am thankful for Alaska who has taken Sarah Palin back into their loving embrace. I am thankful for my friends who continually make me laugh and smile. I am thankful that as soon as the paper is out today, the staff is going to celebrate the holiday. I made this decision solely because I, as well, want to go eat food. It is simple as that.

I am also thankful for SQ’s mom’s corn casserole. It is just about to die for. This, alas, I cannot make.

So because you must understand history, the real meaning of Thanksgiving is explained by Lindsey’s cats which I’m also thankful for. I do not have cats at Chez Coma but I appreciate a good feline in a pilgrim hat and Indian head dress.

The only bailout you will see in Hoots this year is my hope that once I’m done consuming roast bird, that Squirrel Queen will haul me around in a wheelbarrow as we will be on a farm and it will be a living testament to my gluttony.

Good times.

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Discussion (10 Comments)

  1. My mother always added raisins and chopped walnuts to the dressing. Maybe that’s a California thing, but I can never eat dressing without it now.

  2. by newscoma

    Whoa. I’ve never even thought of that. It’s just celery and onions at my house although I think SQ would be intrigued by the fruit and nut addition.

  3. Sounds as though we’re cooking and eating out of the same tradition, ‘Coma. No surprise, since I’ve eaten holiday meals in Martin and Union City, even if it was so long ago that the houses where I ate them are gone.

    Since I’m up here in the north, I’m the one cooking the dressing and the giblet gravy, but I actually think that’s right for a feast like Thanksgiving. Everyone ought to bring a dish or two to contribute.

  4. by newscoma

    Northwest Tennessee Thanksgiving gluttony really does rock! We do dressing like nobody’s bidness.

  5. by Rachel

    Ick, I can’t stand fruit and nut additions to the dressing, because it’s my favorite part and I don’t like it messed with. Grew up on the cornbread, onion, and celery kind, and am resistant to change. :)

  6. by newscoma

    I notoriously hate hot fruit so it’s out for me as well but SQ might try it.

  7. you need to add some sausage to that dressing. just not oysters…

  8. by newscoma

    I had a grandmother who could not cook to save her life. Her oyster dressing still make me want to cry and hide in the closet.
    The other grandma, well she could cook a cat and it would probably taste good.

  9. mom does the milan, tn form of dressing, no celery – HER grandmothers used to BOTH make dressing at thanksgiving down in Cayce. those were the days

    btw, mabel looks lovely on the pool table dressed in her finery. musta been a pub crawl

  10. Oh, I too am a dressing girl. Onions, celery, cornbread, breadcrumbs, and enough chicken broth and butter to kill you. Plus assorted herbs and spices. That’s the way I like it.