Nosmo King
Gold Member
On the eve of Thanksgiving, there will be, no doubt, a lot of preparatory cooking going on. Around here, noodles will be rolled out, turkeys will be brined, dinner rolls baked, potatoes peeled and pies baked.
I must make the ham for tomorrow's feast, but I can do that in the morning. But my brother (the family gourmand) will be slaving away at stove and oven.
When the whole family; Pop, both sets of Grandparents, uncles and aunts would come to Thanksgiving dinner, my brother and I were sequestered in our rooms. We had a bad habit of being under foot during the climax of the preparations. But we were pressed into service to serve, clear the table and wash the dishes.
The dining room at the Big House used to feature red shag carpeting. And I do mean shag. The fibers were at least an inch and a half long. These were the days of Mary Tyler Moore flinging her tam into the Minneapolis wind, Nixon on the hot seat, lawn darts and Ford Pintos. And our dining room carpet accurately reflected the styles of the day.
But that long shag pile was, as it turns out, a significant trip and fall hazard, as demonstrated by my brother as he carried the bowl of sweet peas into the dining room. He staggered over the long pile of the carpet and the peas went airborne. They fell like little green hailstones and then sank deep into the carpeting. I do believe that the following New Year's Eve, we found the last of the forgotten peas from Thanksgiving.
Have a safe, fulfilling, joyous and thankful Thanksgiving everyone!
I must make the ham for tomorrow's feast, but I can do that in the morning. But my brother (the family gourmand) will be slaving away at stove and oven.
When the whole family; Pop, both sets of Grandparents, uncles and aunts would come to Thanksgiving dinner, my brother and I were sequestered in our rooms. We had a bad habit of being under foot during the climax of the preparations. But we were pressed into service to serve, clear the table and wash the dishes.
The dining room at the Big House used to feature red shag carpeting. And I do mean shag. The fibers were at least an inch and a half long. These were the days of Mary Tyler Moore flinging her tam into the Minneapolis wind, Nixon on the hot seat, lawn darts and Ford Pintos. And our dining room carpet accurately reflected the styles of the day.
But that long shag pile was, as it turns out, a significant trip and fall hazard, as demonstrated by my brother as he carried the bowl of sweet peas into the dining room. He staggered over the long pile of the carpet and the peas went airborne. They fell like little green hailstones and then sank deep into the carpeting. I do believe that the following New Year's Eve, we found the last of the forgotten peas from Thanksgiving.
Have a safe, fulfilling, joyous and thankful Thanksgiving everyone!